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Feeling the cold more than she had been moments before, she tucked her hands under her arms beneath her jacket, warming them in a sweater that was uncomfortably peltlike all of a sudden. He continued, "So while the lycan are generally tolerant, they prefer humans over kingdomites, and there are certain bloodlines from the kingdom that remain kill-on-sight." "Which is why you don’t want them to know that you’re a warrior," she said, remembering his earlier comment. Then, without warning, a bubble of half-hysterical laughter rose up inside her, sticking in her throat and threatening to turn into a sob.

With his claws, Ray tore through fur of the Lycan making it slow down. The Lucan growled in pain, he threw his hind legs behind him, sending Ray staggering back. He fell on a tree and his side was swollen. I halted to help him. Trickle of blood was on his face from the impact. How powerful was this Lycan? As the Lycan turned to look back at us, I met his eyes. Red, burning with anger and hate, having nothing but sinister written in it. “It’s an Alpha Lycan King.” Ray mouthed, his voce fading. “Alpha, avoid him...” “Ray! Ray!!” I called but it only echoed in the empty forest.

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

They might actually decide to fate you with anybody sir. Caspian glanced up, his eyes narrowing. "I hope they do not. Because I cannot risk having an incapable Luna. Jake looked at him, wild-eyed. Was that the Lycan King talking, I thought he never wanted a Luna Caspian read through his thoughts at once and straightened up. This was not good. He'd almost let his guard down.

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

Lycans were also considered more superior than us since legends had said that they were the original race. The Lycan King held so much power than alphas and that should be enough to scare him off. I did not know if the Lycan King would do that. For all I knew, he never saw me. Except when I was nothing but a child. Mom and Dad also did not tell me that His Highness had seen me. “The Lycan King?” he asked, confused. “Why would you let his name be dragged on this?” he growled. “Any lie using His Majesty's name will be punishable by death if it will be proved that you’re lying.

The King’s expression flickered, only for a second. But Rowan saw it. “You are also afraid” Rowan added. A wave of force blasted outward from the King, slamming Rowan back several steps. “I'm afraid of nothing,” the King thundered. “They should be afraid of me.” “Then stop trying to control me like a pawn in your stupid game of chess ” Rowan shot back, steadying himself. “You want the Lycans gone? Fine. I will remove them. I will dismantle their kingdom piece by piece till it's just ashes left.”

The Rogue King held my stare for a minute, then proceeded to laugh in my face, his laughter echoing in the woods around us. "Save myself the horror of a war?" he asked like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "It may seem like I am yet to introduce myself to you, little Lycan," he said, stepping closer. "I don't run away from war." He chuckled. "I am war in its rawest and truest state. Fear struck my heart, and for the first time ever, I saw clearly into his dark, clawed orbs. "You don't need to be afraid, little Lycan," he mused, reeling from my obvious fear. "You are exactly where you are supposed to be."

the Lycan king sighed. “Of what?” I asked, sliding my hand to the back of his neck and pulling him closer. Wanting to forget the pain, I tugged gently at his hair, making Aaron release a rough breath. “Little wolf…” he warned softly. “I cannot fail. Many lives depend on me winning this war and restoring order.” “And how do you keep fighting even with those fears?” I brushed my lips against the warmth of his breath, biting my lips close to his. “Alpha…”