The Secret Heirs Of The Lycan King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

“And here you are again, asking for more help. Every time I help you, it spells trouble. Honestly, there’s nothing you can offer me anymore. I’m sick of your wide pussy.” Lyka’s face burned with humiliation and anger, but she forced herself to stay calm. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs. “What if I told you I have something more valuable than my body? Something that could actually help you.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know?” Lyka took a deep breath. “The Lycan King has started investigating the Silver Clan pack. You know… Myra’s mother’s pack. The one you overthrew.”

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

He promised that he is never going to change and I was the one he truly loved but she had only been here for just some few hours and he was already moving mad and for the first time in years he used his commanding powers on me so that I wouldn’t have to command him any life . I was so going last at this moment , and I knew it . “ Abigail , I think you should just calm down from all that I have seen , I would want to tell you that regardless of how it turns out to be , the king holds you in high esteem and no matter what , he is going to love you and choose you over her a million times and going to make you that heir that you belong . “ What about being his wife Valerie? Valerie didn’t say a

He and his brother only equaled three. "What do you want with her?" Maxwell stepped aside. His voice had lowered. Something felt special about the Lycan before him. He didn't look usual like the ones they say in textbooks. He looked ancient. "That would be none of your business. Step aside" he pushed Maxwell aside. As he bent to pick Amelia up, Maxwell caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were hidden perfectly well but still, he managed to see them. Maxwell swallowed hard. They were orange. The lycan before him was royalty. Only the leader of the lycans has orange eyeballs whenever they shifted forms to their forms. One could not tell the difference if they were in their human forms but now, i

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

I asked passersby more times than I could count and finally met someone who seemed to know his exact location. I stood at the entrance of the hall, observing with a mix of emotions. When the man’s warning replayed in my ears. “Before you go searching for him, you should know this, the Lycan King has no interest in women. There was once a rumor, spread by one of his own officials, that he only wanted an heir to secure his lineage. The man who started the rumor? He never saw another sunrise.” I didn’t listen to him and came anyway. But at what cost?

Unfortunately, my quiet muttering is caught by Miranda, and she becomes irritated, “What did you say? You are getting more and more unruly now!” “I, I’m just telling the truth,” I say for the sake of my life, “The Lycan King has four dead brides! All of those brides who had been chosen, had been killed before the wedding ceremony, and none had survived more than a month after being chosen.” I look to my father with the most pitiful expression, hoping he can help. But unfortunately, as usual, my father disappoints me with his lack of care, “It’s decided.” His majestic voice giving me the final verdict.

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

“It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like a consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Genevieve’s eyes narrowed, but before she could retort, the room quieted. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered in respect. Even I, embittered as I was, dipped mine. Lycans were more powerful than werewolves in every way. The King and Queen entered first, cloaked in deep purple and black. Then came their son, Justin, the heir to the throne, expected to take over by year's end. His name alone sent whispers through every pack. Most women dreamed of being his queen. For a time, he had been a reckless devil, but he had recently gotten engaged to a royal beauty.