Novelas y relatos de The Lycan's Queen Chapter 14

a cold baritone rang in the hallway as I felt the familiar aura that sent shivers across my spine. Lycan King Zephrus was wearing his silky robe, exposing a bit of his chiseled and hairy chest. His pitchblack orbs were darting me dangerously—like he wouldn’t let me live if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted to hear from me. I bowed my head to pay respect—and to avoid his demeaning eyes. I was collecting all my strength inside my body before I could lost my balance in front of him. “Good evening, My Lycan King,” I said respectfully. I gulped silently when I saw him take a few steps to me.

"Amanda is out there fixing your bullshit and I bring the matter to you but you refuse to say a word." I closed the paper and turned to her, the smile I wore slowly fading as I realized that she still had her face turned to the window. With a loud growl, I stretched my hands and grabbed her arms tight, causing a loud scream to escape her lips. "Would you fucking face me--" "We have arrived," our driver shouted, his announcement cutting me short before I could finish my sentence. "We have reached the house of the Lycan King." I turned to the window and sighted a huge mansion standing not too far from where we packed. "You're lucky we've made our stop," I mumbled as I turned back to Elsa. "You

And then they turned their heads towards me, probably because of my reeking heat. “Are you Maya Blackthorn?” one of them asked. And then the other came closer. I just nodded. “By the authority of the Lycan Leader, you’re under arrest. Anything you say or do will be used against you before the council of the Obsidian Throne.”

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

I felt Oliver licking the wound to seal it, but he did not let go of me. “You are all witnesses. I present Luna Helena. Queen of the Lycans.” Oliver smiled and within the blink of an eye loud applause and howls erupted from the Lycans. I was shocked that they were all so happy about it! Oliver lifted his hand to silence them and smiled at me for a moment before returning his attention to the werewolves on the ground.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.