The Lycans Queen Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

Linc replies. “Lilah, you could lose your life.” Callie whispers at me. Sadness shining through her honey eyes. “My life was lost long ago.” I turn to Linc. “Offer me as a trade.” He smiles at me, nodding his head. “You, Lilah, the future Queen of Lycans, are something else.” Linc follows the tracks through the forest. Letting us know that he wasn’t alone. He knew that Grant and Magnus’s Beta were with him. It wasn’t long before we found the Beta. He was dangling from a tree branch, a noose around his neck.

** We were dragged out to the open grounds, bound in heavy silver chains and manacles. I have never been squeezed so tightly in my life. I wasn’t breathing properly. It was nighttime now. The sky had grown very dark but the Lycans lit up the gloom with numerous campfires. Huge campfires. They had done the unimaginable. They had caught the Alpha Queen— their greatest rival. This was no night for slumbering or a night for plotting or war scheming. To them, this was the greatest of all nights. And to me, it was the worst.

The kind that came when facing an opponent who had survived every trap you'd set for her. An opponent who had somehow turned every attempt to destroy her into another reason people rallied behind her. I slid a knife beneath the seal and unfolded the letter. The message was short. Direct. Exactly like her. The Queen of the Lycans requests your presence. That was all. No threats. No conditions. No demands. Just an invitation. My lips curled slightly. Interesting. Very interesting. I read it again. Then a third time. Looking for hidden meanings. Subtle warnings. Anything.

His animal didn’t have to think twice before choosing to forget about Jake and ran towards its mate. Seemingly out of nowhere, ten rogue Lycans without Oleander charged at the Lycan warriors. Some of the warriors were taken by surprise, some weren’t. It was clear from the way the rogues looked at Lucianne that their Queen was the target, so the warriors fought ferociously to keep them away from Lucianne.

, I say as my feet move forward, rendering Lycan to take steps behind. “But I can't. She is the queen, and only she can decide the punishment after she gets up.” I move forward, as she takes a few steps back hitting her back on the wall. I slam my fist beside her head on the wall, and she takes in a deep breath, “Never tell me to leave her, never. I don't trust anyone around her. I am her ….”, my voice trails as my senses burst into me. Lycan’s head dips between us, her fists clenched over my chest, her eyes closed, as she whimpers in front of 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.

Bright red splashed against ancient stone already stained with the memory of countless interrogations. His body jerks violently, chains rattling as the impact reverberates through muscle and bone, and for a moment he slumps forward, barely conscious again. Lycan blood runs strong through my veins, and restraint has never been my strongest virtue when fury coils tight beneath skin. “Saving us,” I repeat, voice quieter now, colder. “By murdering your Queen in front of my court.” He coughs again, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth as damaged tissue begins the slow, unnatural knitting that marks our kind and those who serve us long enough to share diluted strength.

She is ours! The little wolf in front of me seemed as frozen as I was, but the ancient need within me grew stronger now that she stood there. I reached out, instinctively grabbing her by the neck. She gasped in surprise, and I pushed her backward, closing the door behind us and locking it. Yes, she was trapped now with the big, bad Lycan King.

She must have used the illusion tricks on the beast. “How do we take that beast out?” she leaned back on her throne. “I felt his heart. I gripped it and exploded it. Why isn’t it dead? It still lives and even when I removed all the blood from its body, I could still feel it returning, healing quicker than ever.” “It’s not an ordinary wolf,” I sighed. “What do you mean?” I plopped to the ground exhausted. “He’s a lycan. They are stronger, faster and more dangerous. Think of James Miller but stronger and more dangerous.”

"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