Novel & Cerita Traded To The Lycan King

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

I stepped out into the open space between both our armies. “Queen to King.” I said, throwing out my claws in preparedness. “Let’s end this right here right now.” I growled. The Lycan King started to pace around slowly now and he had his gaze on the ground as he did. “As much as that is a very exciting offer, I'm going to have to turn it down.” He said, raising his eyes to me, and then he started strolling towards me with gentle confident steps. I stared into his eyes.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

He’d never used his Alpha voice on me; my heart cracked as I felt his order take over my will. “You will go to the Lycan King,” he ordered. “You will be sent off to him today, and you will honor our family with pride. Valen does not know you are a newlywed, and I intend to keep it that way.” He stood and walked around his desk, standing directly in front of me now. He placed his hands on my shoulders, staring deep into my eyes. “I will deal with Tyler, but you must understand, our family needs this alliance with the Lycan King,” he said, softer this time. “You must go to your mate.”

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

"Stand! I don't hit women, or I would have hopped on that offer. So what exactly do you scent and see?" "Conspiracy, my king. It seems there's a leech among your trusted. The troops you have sent to the wolves' land have been surrounded and butchered... currently being butchered, and part of your prisoners are returning to their pack with the help of a Lycan bloodline." Who is it?" Lucian inquired, full of curiosity. Valka looked at her king seriously. "I... I can't see clearly, Your Majesty. Probably a man too wise to know you would consult my vision, who must have prepared himself with cider incense to conceal his appearance."

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.

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

His face burned crimson, claws scraping the table, though he held onto the scraps of formal decorum. “Your Majesty, you are the King of Vargravia,” he pressed. “Shouldn’t a lycan king support the alphas beneath him?” “A lycan king preserves balance between werewolf packs and protects the stability of the continent,” I answered flatly. “My job is not to pamper incompetent leaders.” The room tightened instantly. My soldiers drew their blades in unison, waiting only for my command to remove Darien’s head from his shoulders. The alpha let out a long, controlled exhale. Frustration and desperation warred across his face.

“It's better than nothing. Besides, you're being traded for a symbiotic relationship with Greyhound. I'm sure you're aware of the current scarcity in Dunham. They'd help build and revitalise our kingdom with their abundant resources, while we offer our loyalty to them.” My mood switched from anger to surprise again. I stared at him blankly, “Wait, so you're selling me off as a slave, just to also place the entirety of Dunham into slavery too?” My father creased his brows, “What do you mean?” “Pledging your loyalty to another Lycan King is no different than slavery,” I answere curtly. He scoffed, “Heh. What do you know about these things? You are but a child.”