Trading My Cheating Husband For The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Alpha Sebastian managed to speak through gritted teeth, "Stop releasing your pheromones! Are you trying to k*ll us?" The Lycan King's gaze shifted to Alpha Sebastian, and after a few tense moments, he ceased the pheromone release. The room erupted into coughs and gasps as everyone struggled to catch their breath. "F*ck, he's going to k*ll us!" Alpha Dominick muttered, still reeling from the ordeal. The Lycan King's expression returned to its serious state, as if nothing had happened. After a few minutes, the council members finally regained their strength. Mr. Kiko cleared his throat before deciding to continue the meeting, despite his trembling knees. "As I said... we can't file a case agai

"I abolished hybrid slavery three weeks ago. Your purchase is worthless." "You can't just..." "I'm the Lycan King. I absolutely can. And she's not property, she's my mate." "Your mate? A hybrid? Please. She's breeding stock at best, good for labor and entertainment. But I'll take her off your hands if you don't want..." He doesn't finish. I shift. Instantaneous with clothes shredding and body exploding into wolf form. My jaws close around Kullen's throat before he can scream. I bite down hard and feel his windpipe crush, vertebrae snap, and blood flooding my mouth.

"The Lycan delegation will stay for three days. You have until then to make your decision known. I am doing everything I can for the sake of this pack. Once you marry the son of the Lycan Leaders, we're going to become untouchable. We are on the verge of being taken away from our race… this is the only thing we can do to avoid that." As he walked to the door, he paused, his back to me. "Think of your mother, Neriah. She would be saved with the expertise of those Lycan healers. Think of the pack." The door closed behind him with a soft click that somehow sounded as final as a tomb being sealed. I sat frozen, still reeling from my father's words. Marry the son of the Lycan Leader. Abandon Tham

Raising his hand high in the air, he prepared to strike my face. I did not flinch. I did not close my eyes. I just stared right back into his furious gaze, silently daring him to ruin his own investment. Breathing heavily, Father slowly lowered his hand. He clenched it into a tight fist at his side. “I need you looking pretty for your husband tonight,” Father hissed venomously. “A bruised cheek will ruin the pictures.” My husband. The sheer thought of Jacob Locke calling me his wife made me clench my jaw so hard my teeth ground together. That ruthless, terrifying Lycan King was not my husband. He was my jailer.

I looked down at myself and wanted to punch the wall. Everyone in the werewolf world thinks I hate women. They say the Lycan King can't stand to be touched, that he sends brides home in tears, that he has never had a lover because he thinks no woman is good enough. I have let them think it for years. A cold king is feared, and a feared king is left alone. The truth is a lot less impressive.

I couldn’t help but shout when I heard that. “That's unheard of for a Lycan to do that to their mate,” Seff said but he didn’t deny that it was possible for people to cheat on the sacred bond of mates. “The man had been dating Aldith longer and had promised to mark her but then he found his real mate and he couldn’t resist her. He should have ended it with her but he hid it from Aldith and instead tried to stay with her in greed to usurp her throne. His mate was a human who practiced black magic, working under a witch and they both had become ambitious wanting to take advantage of Aldith’s affections to take over the coven,” Dad revealed, making a lot more sense now as to why Mom hadn’t like

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Luca Marino Every fucking thing I did were necessary evils. As a Lycan King and mafia lord, I was used to that principle. Over the years, that exact mantra led me to the top. Drunk Serena had accused that I was mean. But, she didn’t know of my world just yet. This is why I had come up with a deal to keep her around. Since she was my mate, I had to keep her around to be complete. Oh, so holy.

My vision goes in and out of focus looking at the frown on his face. "W-why?" I ask again. He just stands there for a moment frown down at me, before a sick smirk tug at the corner of his lips. "That pathetic half breed came to me for help with killing you animals and I was actually looking forward to killing you all, but then I find out that he's mated to you, the daughter of the Lycan king, causing everything to change. You see when your filthy brother bit me that venom left me incapacitated. Now I'm going to use your venom on my brother, kill him, and become king. Then I'll finish the war my father started and wipe you filthy animals out." Hearing what he said I'm too weak to react on the

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

I couldn't appreciate that because Beta Robert was walking so fast that I had to catch up. "You will be a big asset to the lycan king…to us but the lycan king will talk to you personally for your role here," Mr. Cunningham. Role. I've never thought I could make use of the gossip I've heard back when I was at the packhouse. Everyone in the Eclipse Castle had their own role before they embraced the comfort inside the castle. Warriors. Slave. Courtesan. I just hope that I will be a slave or a warrior because I would kill myself if the lycan king wanted me to be one of his filles de joie.