Novel & Cerita The Secret Heirs Of The Lycan King

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.

Before I even noticed him moving, a heavy, warm presence settled beside me. I looked up slowly through the blur of my unshed tears, my breath catching in my throat. King Damian was kneeling right there in the filthy mess of sharp, shattered crystal and wet stone. The legendary, unstoppable Lycan King—the man who ruled the entire realm with an iron fist—was down on his knees on the bare floor beside me.

"If he attacks us like that, them I'll know he's as reckless as his father and he'll be worthless in my eyes. I really thought I'll count on you to be fearless when it comes to matters like this but overthinking had always been your problem. He is Kal, the rogue. He got his throne by the death of his father who died by my hands. I am the Lycan King, Magnus Blackwater. I don't see what you should be scared of." "Loving the confidence. I'm not scared for myself, I'm scared for you. You know I'll fight to the death for you but there's only so many we can both fight at once." "You're with me, say no more. I'm bored enough as it is . We should be heading out now," I said, gulping down my drink as

I said, handing the document back. Ever since the Kingdom lost its royal cabinet, finding Lycans closely related to the fallen families has been a secret mission of the crown and the council. We haven't had much luck in the last four years but hopefully this young Alpha is what we're looking for. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, trying to calm my agitated Lycan that wouldn't stop pacing. “I get that you don't like small spaces but you need to keep cool and stop pacing! You're giving me a bloody headache” I said, hoping the dumb oaf will settle down.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

I looked down at myself and wanted to punch the wall. Everyone in the werewolf world thinks I hate women. They say the Lycan King can't stand to be touched, that he sends brides home in tears, that he has never had a lover because he thinks no woman is good enough. I have let them think it for years. A cold king is feared, and a feared king is left alone. The truth is a lot less impressive.

"Do you want to know a secret?" "Secret?" I was confused. "What secret?" "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Brailyn said, her eyes flashing with glee. "Since the day dad told me about you, I've been waiting to see you suffer." "What?" What the hell was this girl going on about? "Have you lost your mind?" "No, I'm quite sane." Brailyn responded daintily. "Poor thing, you weren't aware that your father was the king of Lycans and you didn't know that your own sister has been beside you for a few years now plotting your downfall."

He stopped beside the bed, close enough now that she could smell him—forest, smoke, moonlight, and something darker beneath it. “I am the Alpha King,” he said at last. “Of this kingdom. And every pack bound to it.” Lyra absorbed that. The truth settled like a stone in her chest. “Ares Nightbane,” she whispered. The name tasted dangerous. “The Lycan King.” His gaze sharpened. “You knew my name.” “Everyone does,” she said softly. “Children are warned with it. Mothers pray it never finds them.” “And you’re not afraid,” he observed.

Her voice was small and she kept tucking a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear, A dark look clouded over the court maid's expression and she bobbed her head slightly, turning back to stare up at the sculpture, "Yes." She replied shortly. My eyes widened in shock, "Child? The King had a child?" This new information shocked me, I had never researched about the Lycan King, never caring enough to. All I knew was that he lost his wife two centuries ago and refused to mate with another since then. I never imagined he lost his only child as well.

I choked on my own saliva as his voice breathed coldly into my ears, that’s when I realized—he had closed the space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried not to look scared, but judging from the way his lips curled into a loathing smirk, I knew he had caught that whiff of fear. ‘He could kill you with one breath, Penny.’ My wolf whispered, as if she were afraid the Lycan King could hear her. I ignored her. How could I nudge her into silence when a bigger predator was already hanging my neck on a stake? I forced a slow breath, searching for the words—and when they finally came to me, my eyes gleamed. I parted my lips and spoke.