Romans & histoires The Lycan King's Secret Triplets

"I understand, Klay. I am sorry for keeping this to you. We want you and the kids to grow up normally. We thought that nothing like this would happen again because the Scarlet Pack has been protecting our town for the past years. They already put the Crimson Pack to its proper place, but it seems like they will not stop until they get what they want." "Scarlet Pack?" I raised my brow. "Who are they? And, this Crimson Pack?" "It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Three tiny, powerful heartbeats, thrumming with the combined blood of a Lycan Queen and a High Alpha. Triplets. A low, guttural growl vibrated in my chest—a sound that made the birds take flight in terror for miles. Killian had rejected me, but he had also rejected his own heirs. He didn't deserve them. He would never see them. Let them celebrate their new Luna, I thought, my silver eyes glowing with a predatory light. I am leaving this place a broken girl, but I swear on the Moon Goddess... I will return as their ruin. I turned away from the pack and vanished into the darkness of the wild, a white ghost carrying the future of the Blackwood lineage in my womb.

The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded. I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.

I'm all ready for birth, and I can go into labor anytime. I'm really scared about going into labor; I'm going to fuckig push a three-sized watermelon from my vigiana in one go. But I can't wait to meet my beloved babies. Also, I'm fucking tired of this pregnancy. Getting pregnant with triplets is hard, even for a female Lycan. Family and friends are coming here later to celebrate the kids' birthday. My grandpa, Belinda, and their cute baby Camilo Ruby and her mate Lucas with their new-born twin boys, Little Calvin and Little Romero

A man stepped off the stairs, flanked by dozens of heavily armed guards. My blood ran completely cold. The remote slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the wooden floor. It was the man from last night. The man who had held me in the dark. The reporter's voice echoed in the quiet room. "The Lycan King has finally arrived in the region to visit his cousins, the Volkov Triplet Alphas."

Caleb listened with the partial attention of someone waiting to find out why he had actually been summoned. Then Fenn, with the practiced casualness of someone who had been building toward something, said: "You hear about the Lycan court lately?" "What about it?" Caleb said. "New Queen," Fenn said. "Not new in terms of it just happening, I suppose, it has been building for a while. But the formal announcement went wide recently. Noble houses are all talking about it." He adjusted something on his cart. "Stunning woman, from what people are saying. Young. Has three children already, some kind of ancient bloodline that the court has been looking for years apparently."

My mom starts fidgeting in her seat to see which one it is. Queen Nina and King Fenris have triplets. They are only one week older than me and Nico. They were preemies, but Queen Nina is extremely thankful for it. Even being three months premature, they were each over ten pounds. That is very common with Lycans, because they are naturally huge, but the princes will be bigger than the average Lycan.

The world went white for a moment. Then, a third cry. Triplets. All boys. Martha was crying as she placed them in my arms one by one. Three perfect sons. Three heirs that would automatically make Riguel the Lycan King. The irony was cruel. I'd given him exactly what he wanted, the power he craved - and he'd already decided I was disposable. I held my babies close, their tiny bodies warm against my chest. They were so beautiful, so perfect. I loved them already with a fierce intensity that surprised me.