Traded To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I bit my lips, recalling the event of last night and stride out of the chamber to go speak with the council. The council had been informed of my arrival and had gathered at the hall, I swung the doo open and stepped in while they all looked at me curiously. “Luna! You left the pack for three days without informing us the members of the pack of your disappearance and now we want want to know the new status of the Lycan king” “The previous Lycan King that went into extinct overdose Ricky with so much wolfsbane and now he is battling with his life, there was only one healer who was capable of curing him so I went in search of him”

The lycan calls out, smashing things around the room. Janice moves her hair from her neck. "Bare your neck and gift her your memory" She says to the lycan. He looks at her confused. I nod to Janice and plant my teeth in. Janice gifts me her memories of everything we've been through. "Thank you Janice" The lycan king remarkably lowers himself down to me. Tilting his head to the side, baring his neck. He looks broken behind the eyes but obedient. To me?

“The South Pack needs timber, five hundred head of cattle, and a monthly stipend of gold. Do that, and the arrangement is finalized. You can take her tonight.” I looked at the woman who had raised me. She wasn't ensuring my future; she was trading me for resources. The King signed the document without hesitation. “Done. Now get out.” Lydia grabbed the paper and walked out without a second glance. The door closed, and I was alone with the Lycan King. “You bought me,” I whispered. “The bond is just a transaction to you.” Draken walked toward me, his heavy boots thudding on the rug. He forced me to look up at him. “Your family would have traded your future eventually, Ava. I simply ensured I wa

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.”

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

Of course, some lost their lives but there were a few who died and most of the pack members survived when another attack came on us. That time Dylan killed the Lycan king and won two other territories and became the Alpha king of both the north and south territories. The Lycans were frightened when they saw their king had died and then they lost in the war." "He killed the Lycan king??? Then who is the king right now in Lycan's territory?" "That is the former Lycan king's son. Dylan didn't kill him and nobody knows the reason." "Oh." Alice wiped the tears from Suzan's eyes. "Now stop crying. Your brother didn't like his parents but he loves you very much. So you should be happy, okay?"

Another covered his ears. I could not look away. The creature slowly turned its head. Its eyes found me. My body refused to move. It stared at me as though it already knew who I was. Then it took one step toward me. Kael moved before anyone else. He placed himself between us. "If you want her," he said without looking back at me, "you'll have to come through me." One of the hunters laughed. "You still don't understand, Lycan King." Kael didn't answer.

My lips parted, but nothing came out. I looked at the paper again. I flipped to the last page. There were boxes waiting for initials. A full signature line. A stamped seal beside it. All official. All neat. But my name wasn’t there yet. Only his. In full. Lucien Draven. The Lycan King. I forced myself to speak. “What’s the need?” I asked, soft, calm as I could manage. “You already took me from my pack. I didn’t get to choose. You did that. So… why this?”

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

The line went dead. Ryan lowered the phone slowly, his face a mask of controlled rage. He understood exactly what this meant. The Lycan King was displeased with him. This was the beginning of a boycott — and other packs would soon follow suit like wolves sensing weakness. But what had he done to anger the Lycan King so personally? Surely something as minor as a few land reallocations wouldn’t provoke such a reaction. He pushed the unsettling thought aside for now and strode toward the dining hall, his footsteps heavy with frustration.