The Lycans Queen Chapter 9 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

they howled. "See, we told you, you could do it," they said, mind-linking me. "You will be a great queen." The howling took a long time before it went silent. The Lycan queen stood up. "That's my sons' mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do," she announced. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans." I was shocked. I looked at my mates' faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly looked at the Lycan king's face.

she said as I sighed in relive. "Okay kids my mate and I will be heading to bed now so Good night."dad said intertwine his hand s with Jane's. "Good night."came both our replies as we headed upstairs. Luciana's pov "Such a scheming man whore."snow sneered at the back of my mind as caspien followed behind me to my room. "I thought wolves crave after their mates?."I asked snow."of course they do it's just that am no ordinary wolf and I don't want a mate that thinks am weak."snow. snort with disgust.

She couldn’t show weakness. “You misunderstand,” the Queen murmured. “I do not need to take your body.” Her golden gaze burned into Lyra’s. “I am already inside it.” The words sent an icy wave of dread crashing through her. Lyra’s pulse quickened. She hadn’t defeated her. She hadn’t pushed her out. The First Lycan Queen was still here. Inside her. Waiting. Watching. Lyra forced her breathing to steady. She couldn’t panic. She wouldn’t panic.

For a bloodline like hers, there has to be a family tree or something. There’s a faint ache in my handhand, a painful reminder of what I had done. I couldn’t have lost a claw, for me to come up with nothing. I pull out another bookbook. Its title reads; Correspondence between Lycans. I think about putting it away. An odd book to be in this section, there has to be a reason for that. I begin flipping through the pages but yet, nothing useful. Just when I’m about to give up on it, I stop at a page and there it is.

"That's my son's mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do, she announces. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans. I was shocked. I looked at my mate's faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly look at the Lycan king's face. It has nothing to write home about. He looks so surprised and angry. The queen gently took my hand and led me to the front. She removes her crown and places it on my head. "From today, she shall be your queen. You must protect her from evil beings. Loved and sworn your loyalty to your queen," she declares openly.

It was a bond that transcended words, a silent understanding of their shared journey. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, Alessia turned to face the kingdom behind them. The lycan pack had flourished under their leadership, finding stability and unity. The wounds of the past were healing, replaced by a newfound hope and determination. But even as they reveled in their triumphs, Alessia knew that challenges still lay ahead. The responsibilities of being the Lycan Queen weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she was acutely aware of the expectations placed upon them.

So much has happened in so little time, and my head keeps spinning. "Please," I beg. "I'm nobody. The Lycan King can find someone better. Please." "I'm afraid I can't help you in that respect," he says, and I can see a flash of pity cross his face. "He's given his orders, and he wants you." Lifting my head, I ask, "Why? Why me?" He doesn't respond. Moments later, a young girl no older than I am steps into the room. She's wearing a cream coloured gown that brushes her ankles and has sleeves that reach her wrists. Her head is inclined downwards as she moves, and her eyes are trained on her feet.

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

"Different? In what way?" "Well, you're stubborn and short-tempered. Your generation couldn't be controlled anymore. And even before you were born, there were creatures who chose their own partner and rejected the mating pull. So I think the Moon Goddess saw that and to avoid any pain and scars, she gave you the ability to follow your heart." They were Lycans. They've been in existence for a thousand years. The Moon Goddess Selene created them. They were supposed to have a mate chosen by the Goddess, along with other creatures, but it all changed on the day she was born.

“It was never consummated… and therefore null and void in the eyes of the Moon Goddess.” “You deceived me!” she shrieks, face twisting but I don't care. Her mare presence irritates me and I'm trying my best to contain my anger for the sake of the promise I made her father. “You knew of this fact! Didn't you?” she continues. I wink at the nearest guards and they seize her arms without hesitation, dragging her While she kicks and screams. “You can't do this to me!! I'm now the Lycan Queen of the North!!”