Their Lycan Queen By Foxtail Novels & Stories

“What the fuck is your problem?” The old man’s expression shifted. He looked down for a moment before slowly lifting his eyes back to mine. “My Queen…” I folded my arms across my chest. “No. You don’t get to ‘my Queen’ me right now.” A few of the Fae lowered their eyes. Good. Because I wasn’t finished. “You keep saying I’m your Queen as though I don’t belong anywhere else.” I gestured toward the territory behind me. “This is the Lycan King. I am mated to him. I am the Lycan Queen.” I swept my hand across the grounds. “This is mine.” I pointed toward the men standing behind us. “These people are mine.” My eyes returned to the Fae. “I am their Queen.”

The mark of the Crescent shone on her forehead. Then his attention locked onto the white paw that still carried the blood from my chin. His expression darkened immediately, eyes narrowing, jaw setting hard. “What is going on here?” The Lycan Queen did not stop. Frustration had driven her past all restraint. “I will kill that parasite before she corrupts my bloodline!” she growled and prepared to attack again, claws scraping against the broken threshold. Suddenly her whole body slammed against the floor. Dark energy surged around her like living shackles, the pressure so dense it made the air itself feel heavier. A low hum filled the space.

"I can't wait to go to the mating ceremony. I want to see what kind of magnificent, high-born lady managed to capture the Lycan King's heart. I want to see the Queen!" Torren smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist, thoroughly enjoying her excitement. "Then pack your dresses, my love. In six days, we march to Volca-Crest." Neither of them realized that the "magnificent Queen" waiting for them on the golden throne was the very same girl they had left to rot in the dirt.

“You’re ignoring the fact that she sabotaged my company!” His voice echoed across the quiet street. But no one reacted the way he wanted. The council leader turned toward him slowly. “We have heard your accusations, Alpha Dane.” “Then act on them!” Dane demanded. He pointed directly at me. “She worked with him!” he continued angrily. “That Lycan destroyed my company and she helped him do it!” I lifted my chin, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Dane’s glare shifted between Luciano and me. “You think this is coincidence?” he continued. “A mysterious collapse of my company followed by the sudden appearance of the Lycan King?”

“I'm here to see your Alpha!!” They laughed, their voices bearing evidence of their mockery and sarcasm. “What makes h think you can stand here and speak that way?” One of them laughed, the others joining in as well. My anger aroused, leaving my veins standing taut. “Do you realize who you're speaking to? I am the Lycan queen, and I can have your heads on a spike if you're not careful.” They shivered, fear running down their spine. They cowered, gathering quickly. “We're sorry ma'am. Please pardon our insolence.”

Lycans were not easy creatures to control, and even the females were hard to manage. Sophia was a royal female, strong, with a large wolf, athletic, and a plump shape that my people considered fertile. People said she was beautiful, but I never found her attractive. She was not my fated mate; I could never see anything beautiful about her, unlike how I saw Tara.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

I ignore the question that has been bugging me since Nate mentioned this. “Well as you know, the late queen was a princess from a royal pack of lycans, they were pureblood, kind of like your family because if they mate outside of true lycan blood, they mate with alphas only. Those are the closest to the chain to the lycans. According to the publication I read, her wolf loses control and due to its dark powers and remarkable strength, it easily takes control from her." She pauses and inhales a deep breath. She watches me with a small coy smile.

he pointed at Dale “—you spared him. And now everything is unraveling.” “I won’t let you harm my pack.” “Oh, I won’t need to,” the man said calmly. “All I want is Queen Laida.” Dale’s blood ran cold. “She’s not who you think—” “She is exactly who I think she is,” the man interrupted. “You tried to suppress her scent, her wolf. But when she died... the beast woke. Slowly but surely, her true nature will emerge. She is the Queen of the Lycans."

"It was never about that." "Then what was it about?" "Power. The instant you questioned my decision in a room full of men who've spent years hungry for exactly that kind of opening, you told every ambitious Lycan in this kingdom that the succession is negotiable." He looked at Luca. "And now they're wondering whether their King can still command his own house — or whether his own children run it for him." Luca finally spoke, low. "Father—" "No. You stay out of this."