Traded To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He was a ruthless and cold-hearted tyrant. A soul who was unlikely to be messed with, and he had everything at his disposal. A few people who knew him from his early days knew he wasn't this powerful. Yes, he was the Lycan of his reputable pack house, ruling over his people and dishing orders to the Alpha King, but they knew he wasn't a dignitary with all these frigid traits to his reputation or massive wealth before, but... Everything had changed overnight, and no one knew what had caused this sudden upheaval and increase in his massive wealth, one which he preferred.

"Alaric, get up. Please get up. PLEASE..." "No..." I sniffled. "No, you promised. You promised you would protect me. You promised..." I refused to believe that he was gone as the bond went silent. "ALARIC!" I screamed with everything I had, my voice breaking. "NO! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" "He's gone," Viktor said coldly. "The Lycan King is dead. Long live the new era." "I'll kill you," I sobbed, still fighting even as the sedative dragged me down. "I'll kill all of you. I'll rip you apart..."

I said, Thinking back at how our was a few years ago, I will give anything to go back to that position again, Sometimes I wish I never meet Sinclair, I appreciate all the help he showed me and my mate which is why it was difficult for us to not follow him, Adonis found it hard as well to do the right thing, but is what counts, sometimes the little good things are what changes and rewrites your story, Now Adonis is the crowded Lycan king of this kingdom, Everyone is living a happy life except those who never appreciated what they had and envied others.

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

But the rebellion kept somehow finding out about it and, well, let’s just say omegas were getting stolen from the packs. Out of all the packs, there was one omega I really liked, but she went missing from her old pack without a trace. I had tried to search for her myself, but I came up empty as there was only so much land I was allowed on. Even though I was born a wolf and my brother was the Alpha King, I was mated with a Lycan and once we had completed the mating process; I turned into a Lycan. King Darius had taken notice of me at training. I was quicker and stronger than most, so after his Gamma had died in attack, he didn’t think twice about offering me the position. Now we are up agains

The gavel came down. Belcalis stepped off the stage before the handler could reach her. She walked through the side curtain with her chin up and her steps steady and her heart doing something violent inside her ribs that she absolutely refused to acknowledge. Behind the curtain she heard two men talking — low, urgent. "Does he know what he just did?" "He always knows." "But she's just a girl. She has no idea who he is." "She will." Belcalis went still. "The Lycan King hasn't bought a companion in forty-three years. So why now?"

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.

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

I stepped away from her after that, moving toward the far edge of the gathering where fewer people stood. For a while, nothing happened. I simply stood there, watching till all of a sudden, something happened. The noisy hall became very quiet, movements slowed, and people began to turn toward the same direction as if something had drawn their attention all at once. Mine followed without thinking and then I saw him. The Lycan King. Adrian Laurent. Even from where I stood, he was impossible to miss. He stood taller than everyone around him, easily reaching above the rest. His dark brown hair framed his face neatly, and his features were sharp in a way that made it difficult to look away once y

The guardians themselves stilled, their molten eyes fixed on this singular figure, as though even they recognized his power. “Erebus!” Rafael’s voice rang out, hard as steel. “You dare set foot on Lycan soil?” The shadow king tilted his head, almost amused. His voice, when it came, was deep and resonant, echoing as if carried on the wind from every direction at once. “Lycan soil?” He let the words linger, tasting them. “This soil belonged to the Elders long before you claimed dominion. I am here to take back what was stolen.”