Trading My Cheating Husband For The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

‘We also have to figure out who has been drugging David and I. There have been no leads in that as of yet, but we still have to finish investigating my father and questioning members of the pack with access to the refrigerators or even just the drinks that were dosed. Just as I cum and Ace is about to, I get a call from the Lycan King. “Oh! Hello!” I moan as Ace finishes in my ass and I shoot another load. “You are definitely Lycan stock. We are voracious in our sexual appetites once we find our mates,” the Lycan King laughs.

“You will be back in the East. And I will not be there to protect you.” He pauses. “Besides… he still has your friends, doesn’t he?” I look away. He’s right after all. It's pointless avoiding this marriage. “Alright,” I whisper after a moment. “I’ll tell your brother I killed my sister and we’ll be wed…. Then I’ll avoid conceiving.” My voice trembles. “But until when? How long can I keep saying no? He’s the Lycan King. He will eventually tire of my no.” He closes the distance between us, lifting his hand slowly to my eye area. His thumb brushes beneath my eye, wiping away the last trace of tears.

I could hear birds outside, normal peaceful sounds that felt surreal after everything. Then I heard voices outside the door and they were raised, angry. "You replaced me with THAT?" A woman's sharp voice reached me, "A wolfless nobody who can't even speak? That's your precious mate?" "Careful, Elena." Lycan's voice was cold as death, colder than I'd ever heard it, "You're very close to crossing a line you won't come back from." "I gave you everything! Years of my life, and you throw me aside for some broken little –"

She tries to hide it by looking down at my chest, but I catch her chin and tip her face back up. “Don’t hide,” I murmur, my voice dropping. “You like it. The master’s daughter sneaking out to the hayloft in the dead of night to let the filthy barn boy fuck her in secret. I could wear a lot of dirt for you, baby.” Her face goes completely red. She slaps her hand flat against my chest, splashing hot water everywhere. “Stop it. You are literally the Lycan King. You are sitting in a bathtub fantasising about cuckolding yourself.”

“You’re right, dear. She does not need more ambition. She needs a husband.” My jaw clenched so tight I felt it in my temples. Between the Seer’s warning and the suffocating idiocy of my father and his wife, I had two choices: explode and burn my only bridge to freedom, or play their twisted game. I chose the game. “You’re right,” I said, forcing a smile onto my face. “I have been thinking about finding a husband. A Lycan, actually.” Brian let out a short laugh and waved a dismissive hand. “And pigs can fly.”

It brought a smile to my face, there were sides to him I hadn’t known or had any idea of. “Of course there were, you hardly know the man beyond rumors” Lara chastised me. I had to agree she was right. “I have another sibling you probably don’t know about. A step sister, Alexia’s daughter” he explained. I raised a brow in question. I had never heard of the Lycan king having a sister. “I had no idea you had a sister and does this mean Dylan isn’t her son?” It was sort of confusing. It was a good enough time to ask why the Lycan king before him had married so many wives at once.

It was about truth, delivered publicly, perfectly, in front of everyone who had ever looked away. "We are going to the wedding?" I asked, and deep inside, my golden wolf hummed with quiet satisfaction. "We are going to the wedding," the Lycan King promised, his smile deadly and certain. "But not as invaders crashing through the gates. We will walk right through the front doors, carrying the truth they hoped no one would ever learn... and they will watch you take back everything they stole, right there on their sacred altar, in front of every single person who came to cheer them on."

Then the very next minute he turned ice cold and practically shoved me toward the housekeeper before stalking away like I was trash he couldn’t stand. The switch left my head spinning. What the hell was that for? He looked happy when he first saw me back at Iron Wood Pack, he looked pleased, but now he had changed. But why bother thinking about him? I mean I had married the Lycan King after all, the monster who took the throne at sixteen after his parents died, the man rumors painted as a killer of his own family and his fated mate. I knew the danger when I walked into this. But yet I refused to shrink from it. If I was going to be his wife, then I would be the woman that won’t shrink or cov

I died as the Lycan King's unwanted queen. Poisoned, betrayed, and forgotten, I spent three years begging for the love of a husband who wouldn't even touch me. Then I woke up on my wedding night—with a second chance and a dangerous new ability. I can hear people's thoughts. And my cold, terrifying husband? His mind is absolutely filthy with obsession. She's beautiful. Mine. My mate. I would burn the entire kingdom before letting anyone touch her. Yet, out loud, Dante Vittorio Castellano merely tells me to sleep well before walking out of our bedroom. Unbelievable. "Give me my dowry," I demand the next morning. "I want a divorce." His icy gaze hardens. "You're not leav