Traded To The Lycan King Mg Watson Novels & Stories

When he returned, there were two cups of coffee and a glass of water on his tray. “I brought you some water just in case.” He looked at me as he put the tray down in front of us and we sat down. “What can I do for you ladies?” I could see that he was trying to sound casual, but he wasn’t succeeding. He looked tense and I knew why. There was a Lycan in his house. Not just any Lycan. The queen of the Lycans. My mother wasn’t one, but most people saw her as one. She used to be the heir to the Lycan kingdom even though she was a werewolf. It ran through her veins. The DNA was in her blood.

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.

I commanded, and he immediately stretched the phone he was holding towards me, and once I saw it, King took over and dashed in that direction. With my new found strength, I ran like my life depended on it…it did. Caleb and Dylan ran after me, but they were behind because of my Lycan’s speed. I ran with all my might, ignoring the way my limbs burn. The tiredness of staying awake all through the night was forgotten. “We're close, I can feel it.” King said hours later, we were in the middle of nowhere but he was right, as a wave of emotions I knew didn't belong to me hit me.

“That’s where I step in. I’ll take it and we will have colonies all around.” Tom watched his friend and shook his head. Greg could be reckless, and sometimes the guy seemed unhinged, but Tom knew he wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. Besides, Greg had a way with people. He inspired loyalty and took control in the face of adversity like no one else he knew. He knew the Lycan king appreciated strength over anything else. “Fine,” Tom sighed. “But try to stay aware of the werewolves you brought in. I don’t think that treaty will last much longer with what you’ve done.”

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Luca Marino Every fucking thing I did were necessary evils. As a Lycan King and mafia lord, I was used to that principle. Over the years, that exact mantra led me to the top. Drunk Serena had accused that I was mean. But, she didn’t know of my world just yet. This is why I had come up with a deal to keep her around. Since she was my mate, I had to keep her around to be complete. Oh, so holy.

His voice is full of aggression. "The Lycan king." I say calmly, understanding why he reacted in such a way. "I'm sorry my king. I didn't know it was you whom I was speaking with." All the aggression is now gone from his voice. "I'm calling to see how things are. I also need an update on your pack status." I tell him. "Everything is good. We're still located in New Orleans. My pack now consists of two hundred members." I update his pack from seventy members to two hundred in the files.

There was no way I was going to let myself get kidnapped a second time, being sold to Kal Fang was not something I desired. I reached home and Magnus was yet to return. I couldn't even guess where he went. As the Lycan king, he had a busy schedule, one that demanded serious dedication. Being around him was already enough protection, but it was enough. Magnus wasn't going to be around to protect me all the time, if I wanted to make sure I didn't get kidnapped then I had to get strong enough to contend with these Lycans.

“Well, I don’t know how he did it, but he convinced her to kill Magnus. She nearly did. He was near death when I found him and did the spell, which I don’t want to talk about.” “You turned him into the Lycan?” That confirmed it for me; she was indeed a witch. She waved her hands in a defensive gesture. “Not me. The spirit I invoked. Enough. Don’t ask me anymore about it. He was never the same after that. He was still my Magnus, the child I raised, but he lost his soul. And that bitch broke his heart.” She spat on the floor between our feet, her disgust with Victoria clear. “It was a terrible time for us, little mouse. We left France and came back to Black Rock Castle and Magnus became the k

Anything to make sure Kael never gets what he intends to from this pregnancy. His eyes narrow thoughtfully at my stomach. “Whatever error there is, must be corrected early.” He reaches for his yogurt calmly and takes a slow sip before speaking again. “And that reminds me…The Lycan King of the East is dead.” Everything inside me stops, my head snapping toward him instantly. He barely reacts to my shock. “Damon reclaimed GoldenMoon Pack last night.” he takes another sip. “I always knew he had it in him…..A rogue prince indeed.”

This isn't what I put on this morning. Images of hazel eyes and dead wolves flash in the back of my mind and a name resounds in my head, causing fear to seize me. *Damien Grey.* Oh no. I shoot up from the bed, running across the room to where the door stands, tall and imposing. My fingers go around the door knob and I twist it, hoping this isn't what I am thinking. But it is, because the door is blissfully locked. Damien Grey is the Lycan King, sworn enemy of the black wolves pack. He must have kidnapped me to have leverage over the prince. He must not know that the prince doesn't even want to have anything to do with me.