Novel & Cerita Traded To The Lycan King Mg Watson

Realizing my lapse, I cleared my throat and asked him to repeat his statement. Leo let out an exasperated sigh before repeating his words, his frustration evident in his tone. "I was discussing the speculations, Sir, about your alleged incompetence as the Lycan King. The other kings seem disrespected by your refusal to uphold the tradition of Lycan Kings owning women as pets," A wave of annoyance coursed through me as I listened to Leo's words. The archaic tradition of owning women as pets was a practice I vehemently opposed, and I had made it clear to my council members and the other kings from the very beginning.

“You’re mine to own, mine to break, mine to love and do with as I please. No one should make you feel the way I do. No one should own your heart the way I own it. These people…. Everyone around you, everyone you care for and who seems to command the love you deny me, I will eliminate them. I will scar them and break them so totally that you stay away from them for their safety. I won’t kill them. I’m not a murderer. But I will scar them. I will make you decide to leave them. Rhys, Safira, Cain” My lips curl as I say his name and I feel his tension cause his magic to react. His magic was always bound to react but here’s the thing about power. Those who have too much of it will use it, but tho

My scalp is hurting in pain but he ignores me and acts like he doesn't take notice of my pains. "You have been held captive for attempting to cross the border of our lands. You shall be mated to my son and together, we will grow stronger and bring down the other packs. Redwood included." "The lycan king has been in power for far too long and his pride is beginning to irritate us." Randall smirks at me and backs his father. "Throughout the years I had spent in Redwood, I have come to learn the ways of your people. Enough to know where to point the sword at and have the pack crumbling down in the blink of an eye. Most especially now that the white wolf is in our captivity. You shall fulfill yo

"An... astronomical sum from the Lycan King, indeed. Do we have any counteroffers?" The hall remained silent. No one dared to challenge the bid. "Very well," the auctioneer conceded. "Sold to Magnus, King of the Lycans."

I looked at him quickly, his jaw was tight, his eyes steady, his entire body angled forward just enough to stand between Darren and me. “She just said she doesn’t want it,” he said, calm but sharp, like the edge of a blade. Darren’s smile cracked, his face twisted, anger flashing across it like lightning in a storm. “Oh, of course,” he spat, his voice rising. “Of course the great Lycan King has to meddle. Because you wear a crown, you think you can step into everything that’s mine?!” The roses fell from his hand, landing with a thud against the stones. Their petals scattered, bruised, some crushed under his boots.

My lips parted, but nothing came out. I looked at the paper again. I flipped to the last page. There were boxes waiting for initials. A full signature line. A stamped seal beside it. All official. All neat. But my name wasn’t there yet. Only his. In full. Lucien Draven. The Lycan King. I forced myself to speak. “What’s the need?” I asked, soft, calm as I could manage. “You already took me from my pack. I didn’t get to choose. You did that. So… why this?”

The line went dead. Ryan lowered the phone slowly, his face a mask of controlled rage. He understood exactly what this meant. The Lycan King was displeased with him. This was the beginning of a boycott — and other packs would soon follow suit like wolves sensing weakness. But what had he done to anger the Lycan King so personally? Surely something as minor as a few land reallocations wouldn’t provoke such a reaction. He pushed the unsettling thought aside for now and strode toward the dining hall, his footsteps heavy with frustration.

Just relief, like a man unburdened. A tall figure approached, his cloak as dark as the midnight woods. A letter bearing the seal of a black wolf clenched in his gloved hand. “Is she your biological daughter?” the man asked. My father nodded quickly. “Virgin-born. If the old bloodline myths are true, maybe the King will be grateful.” The man’s cold gaze flicked to me, weighing me like cattle. “The King’s advisor will determine her selling price. Lycan King has grown restless in Nocturnis. He’s in need of new entertainment.”

“To the Council.” My heart dropped. “What did she say?” He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack.