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There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot

Piece by piece. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, so they say. With my face filled with salty water, and the mixture of rain, I started to consider going back to Lyconia. Yes, Horland might have said he was not interested in me anymore, and my one-night stand might have ripped me of my virginity, but there’s one thing I’m sure about, the Lycan king has given me a chance to be his, and with him by my side, I can find my parents killer, and also have a good life with him, after all, he seems to love me. I was sure when he beat up Horland for me. “That was why I got you a therapist. If you know–”

He winced in pain,His heart filled with heavy and, gradually the pain had sunk in. He had been planning to marry Blaire and take his rightful place among the pack. But now, with her sudden departure, he was left in a difficult position. As the Lycan King, he needed to have a mate by his side to lead the pack, but he couldn't just choose anyone. It had to be someone he had a deep connection with, someone he could trust and rely on.

His skill in battle helped him become well-known, and at the mercy of the Moon Goddess, he became the respected leader to protect the rights and freedoms of his people after the long ordeals and battles. His journey to becoming the formidable lycan king he was today was marked by transformation and trials. Once a young and impulsive warrior seeking glory in battle, his path shifted when he encountered a wise and influential lycan elder who recognized his potential. Guided by his mentor, he began to develop the qualities of leadership and diplomacy, ultimately earning a place as a trusted advisor to the king.

“This news broke less than an hour ago.” I read the headline and my stomach dropped. The Lycan King passed away last week. Isaac Thorne was crowned King… with Ella as his future Queen.

“Then what changed?” Marcus sighs. “It was the night he lost his fated mate and unborn child. A pack of werewolves attacked them, and in his grief and fury, he vowed revenge. That was the moment he became the ruthless Lycan King the world remembers. But before that, he was different. Would you like to hear some stories about him from before everything changed?” I nod my head eagerly. “Yes, please.”

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

“But after he passed, they rigged the succession. Said I was too weak, not fit to lead. They stripped me of my title, my name, everything. I wasn’t even allowed to mourn him properly.” My lips trembled. “I was sent to work in the kitchens, in the same house I used to call home. And when I finally ran away, I thought maybe the Moon Goddess would guide me somewhere better.” Silence. Then he stood. “I’m the Lycan King,” he said, voice clear, like a command. I froze again. “I knew it,” I breathed. “You weren’t just a stranger…” He nodded. “I don’t usually deal with things personally. But that night… something made me come out. Something made me help you.”

Rumor had it that he never spared his victim, and as a result of that, they were all afraid of what their fate was going to be. “Quiet!!” Caspian Stone spoke and silence obeyed. He stood like death itself, calm and composed, with his dark cloak sweeping through the air. Everyone was shivering, the infamous Lycan king, conqueror of three packs, the Boogeyman in every mother's warning yet he was the one that I had sought help from. “I, Caspian Stone, the Lycan king and the ruler of the wolf blood pack have taken over this pack. From now on, this pack will be under my leadership”