The Secret Heirs Of The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Images that would raise exactly the kind of questions I needed raised. I attached the photographs to my message and drafted the accompanying text with practiced precision. Six months ago, the Lycan King's rejected vessel vanished under mysterious circumstances, presumed dead. Tonight, she resurfaced in the human world, having secretly raised the King's royal heirs in hiding, likely to sell their bloodline to the highest bidder among rogue factions. This woman is not a victim. She is a rogue who stole royal blood and vanished with it for her own gain. I read it over twice, satisfied with the tone, and sent it to Chelsea's contacts within the network.

"The entire world has been waiting for the day the Lycan King would find his mate." I paused briefly before turning toward Maria and declaring firmly،"This is the Lycan King's mate... the woman the Moon Goddess bound to me." Whispers and shock erupted immediately among the crowd. And certainly, the sight of her restrained by the Blood Moon Plant was more than enough to fuel their confusion and questions. I raised my hand once again, and silence settled over the summit. I stepped forward until I stood directly before Maria. Then I looked at her with deadly coldness before speaking in a serious voice that everyone heard clearly "I, Alexander Morganth, King of the Lycans..."

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

Heather swallowed because she already knew what the woman needed from her. “First of all, I want to introduce myself. I am Veronica the first wife of the Lycan king. My brother Augustus is the owner of the Tarragon kingdom.” Heather did not speak because for her the discussion about that matter was useless. She knows her place and rank. “Everyone knows me as the mated partner of the Lycan king but nothing intimate has ever happened to us. I must bring the next heir to the throne— ” "If you ask me for help, don't approach me, I can't hold Theo's mind, so I don't know what I can do."

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

he said sarcastically. I looked at him, a little surprised. I didn’t expect this stranger to speak up for me. "Nina, right?" He held his hand out. "And who are you?" I asked, eyeing him warily. "Logan Savage." "The Logan? The Alpha of the Moonblade pack?" I looked at him in disbelief. “Yes,” He said, chuckling. Oh, god!! Is he the Lycan? I had heard that the Alpha of the Moonblade pack was different from other Alphas. He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

Behind him, his gang fanned out, but it was Kael the royals’ eyes were fixed on. Queen Serena’s smile was that of a victor—calm, knowing. King Mathias’ expression was more neutral, but there was approval in his eyes. “My son returns,” the King said, his deep voice carrying weight. “The Crown Prince of the Lycans.” Kael forced a respectful bow of his head, the words scraping his throat. “Father. Mother.” Behind them, Delia stood in her ash gown, her golden hair spilling like sunlight over her shoulders. Her eyes lit up the moment Kael’s gaze touched her, hope and delight surging in her chest.

We all stared until Taylor leaned closer to Alec. “He has your eyes, Alec,” she whispered. Alec shifted slightly, his face giving nothing away before he gave a small nod. Kathy cleared her throat. “As I was saying, the Lycan King is after you. We tried to hide you as children, and for a time we believed it worked. But for some reason, you awakened your Lycan blood… and the moment you did, he was able to sense you.” My mind flashed back to the Moon Goddess and how she had been part of the reason Alec and I awakened our Lycan genes.