Trading My Cheating Husband For The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He hadn’t said a word. He just held me. That was the first time I kissed him like I meant it. Like he was mine. Now that same man was sitting on a throne. — A KING. * My thoughts scrambled. It didn’t make sense. How does a Lycan King sell himself for money? For three years? Could this be some elaborate con? A twin? A double? Could it be a misunderstanding? “Your Majesty,” Ronan said, voice smooth as velvet. “Thank you for receiving us. I regret that my mate has caused such public disorder.”

“Claire, calm down. You’re making a scene. This is why you need me. You always overreact.” “Overreact?” I step forward even though my face still stings. “I walked in on you with my father’s dick in your mouth. That’s not overreacting, that’s facts. And you two were celebrating like I was just going to crawl back? With fucking champagne?” One of the elders stands up. “Enough. This is pack business. Claire, you will show respect to your Alpha and your intended mate.” “Intended mate?” I point at Tyler. “He’s been fucking my father. Ask them. Go on. Or are you both too scared to admit it in front of everyone?”

"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.

Before I even noticed him moving, a heavy, warm presence settled beside me. I looked up slowly through the blur of my unshed tears, my breath catching in my throat. King Damian was kneeling right there in the filthy mess of sharp, shattered crystal and wet stone. The legendary, unstoppable Lycan King—the man who ruled the entire realm with an iron fist—was down on his knees on the bare floor beside me.

“I assume that if you don’t have a pack anymore, you probably have nowhere to stay. How do you intend to get revenge?” I stayed silent, tongue-tied. He was right. I would need help if I wanted to achieve my goals...but I didn’t want to get involved with another man. Not after what Mike did to me. “That’s true, but you don’t even know me. If you’re the Lycan King like you claim, then I’m not sure it’s wise to bring home a stranger you met yesterday.” “You’re not a stranger,” he said smoothly. “You’re my mate.”

It was laced with raw, ugly fury coming up fast and his hand was at my throat before I finished the sentence, gripping hard enough that I felt my pulse against his palm, walking me backward until the cave wall stopped me and there was nowhere left to go. "You are my wife." His voice was low and fractured and close. "You are my wife and couples have disagreements and what I did, what I said, that was before I understood. Before I knew who he was." His eyes were blazing and right there and I held them because I was not breaking in front of him, I had already decided that. "If I had known from the start that it was the Lycan King you were running to, I would have been smarter about it. But that

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

He stated and I slowly sit you, allowing the bed coverlet to drop off to Revealed my perfect firm breasts which has been increasing thanks to my baby. " No. I have nothing to keep. You are my husband after all " Silence fell between us for some minutes. At last Lycan March towards me. He settled down on the bed just besides me. His jaw setting. His eyes guarded. Lycan's hair was framing his face, giving him the dominant look. His cheek which was tattoos was squared. His eyes pinned on mine. " What do you want? I can't divorce you or step down from the throne. For being my wife tonight you deserve a gift. What do you desire? I will grant your wish "

A lot of destruction has already been caused and they don't want to cause it further. Lycan King taps his shoes on the floor, waiting for his mate to step down and bring her to his house so he can finally claim her. He could have done the same thing back at his house in the afternoon, but he didn't because he wanted to take her with him in front of her parents to show her that she now has no one to look to except him and that now she has no nowhere to run.

"I made you King and this is what you do? Accuse me of a crime I did not commit? Which is a decade old?" "Hold your tongue Sacredos. I do not tolerate disrespect," I growled. "You did not make me King. I became King the second Vasilik stepped on my land and hurt my family. My mate's wolf got angry and killed him. Her wolf is the reason I am King," I twisted the truth and looked down on him. I focused my attention on the female. "What happened?" I asked, ignoring her parents who were crying upon seeing the condition of their daughter.