Traded To The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

And that white wolf had just been given a second chance mate. The undefeated Lycan King himself. Nothing would ever be the same after today.

I shrugged in response. I was surprised that they were dead so quickly. I wondered just how much force Luke had used to hit them. Either that or they were weaker than I thought them to be. Luke then carried them each and tossed them into the grave. The buzz died down as the ceremony continued as though nothing outwardly had taken place. "You've been freed from the Lycan curse at last. Prepare the way for us," He said and ordered that the coffin be lowered down. "As is the custom, a new King is crowned at the same place the former is buried. Please step forward" He said, beckoning to me.

But some choices are not hard to make when you are left with a harder alternative. I kept the solution secret from the rest of the pack as I sent out Conrad, my beta since the day I was anointed as Lycan King, to go in search of a suitable girl for my surrogate. I never warmed up to the idea of marrying human so the best I could settle for was an arranged marriage. Just something where she gets me a child and she is on her way back to her land. Nothing more. I was not ready or even slightly interested in meddling in the affairs of men nor was I interested in letting men meddle in my own affairs or the affairs of any member of the pack. I had never thought good about them nor have I held them

"An... astronomical sum from the Lycan King, indeed. Do we have any counteroffers?" The hall remained silent. No one dared to challenge the bid. "Very well," the auctioneer conceded. "Sold to Magnus, King of the Lycans."

The war-chariot shot straight up into the dark sky, speeding toward the southern horizon at terrifying speed. As the snowy mountains faded into distant fog below, I looked down one last time. Kaelen was standing on the ruined mountain pass, roaring in absolute agony and rage toward the sky, his transformation bursting out of his skin as he turned into a giant, night-black Lycan wolf. Beside the Sovereign on the chariot, Lady Lyra stepped out from behind a dark curtain, holding a heavy golden collar set with dark purple stones. "Put it on her, My Lord," Lyra whispered with a wicked grin. "The Mind-Slave collar will erase her memories of the King forever by sunrise."

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.

Looking up I saw the Lycan king was holding the door open for me while one of his hands was extended for me to take. This was the first time I am looking at his face and not just his face I am looking at him. He looked like someone carved him out of a stone. He is tanned with sharp and defined jaws his eyes are the colour of Amber. He looked nothing less than a god but he looked kind of scary just like we have all heard about him, a ruthless killing machine. I stared at him before I got out of the car avoiding his hand. I wasn't interested in his help in any way he had done more than enough.

"You... you murdered the old King?" "We took care of a problem," Rowan corrected coldly. "But we made one massive mistake. We let his son live. We thought a useless pup wouldn't survive the winter alone. But Cassian didn't die. He crawled into the shadows, built himself an army of loyalists, took back his crown, and now he's the Lycan King. He’s spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy us. And this Peace Gathering? This is his move." The room went completely silent, save for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

The Lycan King stopped only a few feet away from the trader, his towering, massive frame casting a long, terrifying shadow completely over the smaller man. ​"You misunderstand something fundamental, trader," Kael said quietly. ​Varek blinked, looking up in terror. "My King?" ​Kael’s crimson eyes burned directly into his. "I did not purchase her... because she was valuable." ​My breath caught painfully in my chest. ​"I bought her..." His voice became absolute ice. "...simply because I wanted her." ​The entire room fell into a dead, breathless silence. ​Varek let out a nervous, strained laugh. "Then surely we can negotiate a proper trade—"

Alpha Dante had his body covered in blood, he had been seriously wounded, this pack was all that he got and he fought so hard not to lose it, yet he was now on his knees In Front of the Lycan king. There was a hint of satisfaction that I got seeing him like that, next to him was his precious mate, who was trembling in fear, yet he kept on assuring her that everything was going to be fine. Even his high-ranking wolves were all captured, their wrist wrapped with silver cuffs, their jaws hard with bruises. The sound of pack members weeping in fear could be heard. They had all heard about how ruthless the Lycan king was. Rumor had it that he never spared his victim, and as a result of that, they