The Secret Heirs Of The Lycan King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

He was scared to death. “Alpha Hector, just like the seer has said. Take your time and think of how we can locate your ex Luna queen. At this point, she is the only way for the moon goddess to speak up. I promise to help with whatever it is that will help us in locating this woman in question. I give you my word, in my honor as the Lycan king.”

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

I am returning to my home, the place where I truly belong… Except for the white clouds in the bright daylight, I could see nothing. It is basically pointless to look out. So, pulling down the cover, I carefully picked up the magazine I had taken from the airport. The new Ohio actress has been in the news lately. She's trending on all news channels and in magazines. However, the second I turned the page, I discovered a different face—a man with devilish charm. He is Andres Donovan, the Supreme regent of all wolves—he's the Lycan King.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

She asked wide eyed, moving past me into my bedroom before I could register a thought. “Heard what, Hailey?” I sighed. Sore and exhausted from scrubbing the floors at the pack house, I was in no mood for gossip especially after being threatened by a guest earlier today. “I just heard that the Lycan King is choosing a wife for himself.” She beamed. “Tonight!” That caught my attention. “How sure are you?” “Pretty sure. Everyone is talking about it.” My curiosity suddenly piques and I am grabbing a nearby chair to sit before my sister.

I understood the information my Lycan beast was trying to pass but before I could act, Byron announced, “Gammas Of Royal Hills, Capture Kovan, the dethroned King.” What? Byron looked me in the eyes, “For a new king to be installed, the previous one must be six feet below the ground of the Royal Lycan Tomb, Right, Healers?” None of the healers could respond. None except Lulu who blurted, “You are planning to Kill the King so you can be installed as King?”

He asked, settling behind her. His hand slid through her hair, sweeping it off one side of her neck. With the other side bare, he bent forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her skin. Hera’s breath caught, and her eyes fluttered shut at the soft warmth of his lips. When she opened them again, he was standing straight now, a small, knowing smile on his face. Proof that he alone could always push her buttons. “I heard the Lycan King is looking for a concubine because his Luna cannot bear children.” Alpha Slade murmured, his fingers still tangling in Hera’s hair as they brushed the nape of her neck.

The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded. I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.