The Secret Heirs Of The Lycan King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways. Heir to the Lycan throne, Axel the Black is a tormented king. Captured by the wicked humans who sold his siblings and hid his parents, he was abused until he overtook the humans and retrieved the Lycan throne back. Now, there’s one thing missing: a mate to continue the Lycan lineage. He purchases breeders but his dark heart beats for one person. The human princess who was once his friend and now, his slave.

"I found this from a treasure chest, and my mother told me this belonged to my great grandmother's grandmother. This would be hard to believe, but this will explain everything, Kohen." Reina took a deep breath and handed the book to me. It was so old that the pages were falling apart and I could barely make out the drawings on the paper. I flipped the pages and from the drawings, I was able to understand that it was about the first lycan king from thousands of years ago. I saw what seemed to be a sacrifice on the following page because the lycan king was sick. My heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces. "What... What does this mean, Rein? What does it have to do with Elowen and I?"

"They think we’re vulnerable because we’re a 'scandal.' They don't realize we’re a monopoly." Victor smiled—a rare, genuine expression of pride. He leaned down and kissed the top of Julian’s head. "That’s my lion." A notification chimed on Julian's phone. It was an encrypted message from an unknown source. “The Moon Goddess sees the truth, Julian. Your sister isn't the only one with fated blood. Watch the shadows in the office. The Lycan King is coming for what the Alpha rejected.” Julian looked at Victor, his heart racing. "Victor... what is a Lycan King?"

"I understand, Klay. I am sorry for keeping this to you. We want you and the kids to grow up normally. We thought that nothing like this would happen again because the Scarlet Pack has been protecting our town for the past years. They already put the Crimson Pack to its proper place, but it seems like they will not stop until they get what they want." "Scarlet Pack?" I raised my brow. "Who are they? And, this Crimson Pack?" "It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

The Twin Kings: Caspian and Octavian Vance Prepare to Absorb the Blood Moon Territory. My hands started shaking. I picked up the magazine. The article detailed how the Royal Lycans were coming to collect an old blood debt from Alpha Blackwood. Nathan's father. The article called them the most ruthless executioners in the shifter world. It hit me then. Three weeks ago, in the alley behind the city bar. I had snuck off the territory to breathe, and I watched a man tear three armed rogues apart with his bare hands. I had thrown a glass bottle to distract the last rogue who was sneaking up behind him. He had spun around, grabbing me in the shadows. He breathed in my scent, his golden eyes lockin

The bond had begun to form the moment I'd caught his scent, despite every defense I'd built over the years. "This can't be happening," I whispered to the silent city below. "Not him. Anyone but him." The implications crashed through me in waves. The King of the Lycans. The ruler of a species that had looked down on werewolves as lesser creatures for centuries. A monarch whose political position was already precarious for his progressive stance toward my kind. And me, a werewolf, the sister of a pack alpha, bound by duty and loyalty to my people. It was politically impossible. Culturally unprecedented. Personally terrifying.

The playful tone of Beta Thorne's voice pricked at my ears. "That. Is not, anyone's business." His alpha snapped. "You all want answers; I'll give you just that. And it falls under my jurisdiction as the Lycan King of the North." "Alpha Drav— "Enough! I refuse to listen to any more objections. Alpha Dax. Alpha Damon. Is there any other information we should know about her?" "Nothing." My mates answered. "Good." He rose to his feet. "In that case, Thorne?"

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”