Traded To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.”

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

My eyes widened in shock. I hated that I didn't know what to do. “Lylah!" I called, and her response although it was immediate, it was weak. "Kaia.” "Why isn't he healing? He's a Lycan, his healing is supposed to be faster. What's going on?” I asked her. She sighed, "King is gone…"

“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.”

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

Kieran moved to stand protectively in front of me, his body shielding me from the lycan king. For a long moment, the Lycan King simply stared at Kieran. Then, surprisingly, his stern expression softened into something almost resembling respect. "Protective your mate. Good. That speaks well of you, Kieran Blackthorne. Your father would be proud." Kieran's jaw tightened, but he didn't back down. The Lycan King's gaze returned to me, and this time, I forced myself to meet his eyes. It took every ounce of strength I had not to let loose.

“Five years passed, and the newly-crowned King felt the pressure to marry in order to secure an heir. Lycan King Aldo wed Lady Xonia De Carisi, the daughter of a noble merchant from the east. This marriage produced a son, Prince Magnus de Gilgamesh. Though the Lycan King cared for his wife, his heart still longed for Lady Lyanna.” “Another decade went by, and fate took an unexpected turn. Lady Lyanna reappeared in Lycaon, accompanied by Prince Damon, her child with the Lycan King. This situation caused division among the council members, leading the Lycan King to take matters into his own hands. Because Queen Xonia was his lawful wife, he bestowed the kingdom of Lycaon upon Prince Magnus. Si

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.

“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.

“That’s ridiculous.” “It isn’t!” Aaron shouted, nodding aggressively. “And the first investment my firm got? The one I lost to gambling? It was all Raguel. He had his people feed me false hopes, pushing me to gamble the entire account just so I would hit rock bottom. He masterminded my bankruptcy, Lyra. He destroyed my life and forced me into a corner where I had no choice but to trade you away just to stay out of a federal prison! He did it all just to take my wife away from me!” A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I stared at him, my mind spinning in an exhausting loop. Tiffany. The affair that had broken my marriage, the debts had all been a game to the Lycan King before I even kne