Trading My Cheating Husband For The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Stronger than any wolf I’d ever fought. But I wasn’t a wolf anymore. I was Lycan. Moon-blessed. Mate to a 300-year-old Lycan King. Mother to a Lycan prince. Carrying a Lycan princess. I slammed him into the ground and pinned him, claws at his throat, teeth bared at his jugular. “Yield,” I snarled, Lycan voice rumbling from my chest. He bucked under me, trying to throw me off. “Never! You’re mine!”

Not as a man. And definitely not as king. “I can end this,” I said finally. She looked up at me, something flickering in her eyes. “Kade doesn’t get to keep you like this.” Her expression shifted, but not into relief. Something closer to fear. “You can’t,” she said quietly. “I can,” I replied. “I’m Lycan king. I can annul your marriage.” She shook her head immediately. “There’s a condition,” she said. “You know that.”

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

I let out a low chuckle and reach out ruffling his hair the same way I do to irritate Fin, but unlike Fin, I can see that Ben likes it from the grin on his face. "And this here is my beautiful mate Trisha." He looks over at her. "This is Alia's mate BJ and our new alpha." Lester mate looks over at me, frowning a little. "He's a human." She looks at me for a second longer, before frowning back at Lester. I stop suppressing my scent, knowing suppressing my scent has become a habit, but I no longer have to suppress my scent anymore. I no longer have to hide what I am. "I'm a Lycan, the son of the Lycan King." I say, causing her frown to deepens a bit as she smells my scent.

he asks, fear evident on his face. "It's not like that, I just thought that it might inconvenience you—" He presses his forehead to mine as he cups my cheeks. "Shh, love, it's not an inconvenience to me," he whispers against my lips, his eyes searching mine. "I want you to be my wife, officially. I want everyone to know that you're mine and that no one else can touch you." Even if it's part of my plan to make him say these words to me, it is still too fast. The king of the Lycans, who is known to have conquered many lands and women, is proclaiming his love to an ordinary mage woman?

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on

It reminded me of the expression Nikkini always had on her face when one of her plans went the way she wanted it to go. But she was my only informant. So the Lycan had been married before? Why had Triss neglected to tell me this piece of information? Had I known his former wife? And what exactly could a woman do that would get her displaced from her position as High Luna? “The other one? You’re telling me the Lycan had a wife before Maliya?” I asked her dubiously. “Spot on!” She replied in glee. “He had a fated mate!” She whispered conspiratorially.

“Don't ever say that again. We never detest you. We were in love with you, Ava. “Will you be our girlfriend? We asked her. “Yes, yes, she answered back. We were the happiest guy on Earth. We finally have Ava. Our mate. Unknown standpoints. Lycan King, oh Lycan king. I wish you nothing but your death. I have been planning this for a very long time. I want to see you cry when your children get mated with each other with the help of my witch friend. But you always escape my trap. You intentionally lock up your daughter so that she won't mate with his brothers. You hunt down my family until you give them a horrendous death. You even went as far as to hang their corpse on the wall.

"I don't kiss random men, I just kiss my husband. " The Lycan King's movements stopped, and he held his breath once again, but this time he didn't dare look me in the eyes again. My sightline was hot, as if there was a fire in it that would set all who gazed at it burned. "If I become your husband, then I won't be satisfied with just one kiss. " The Lycan King said in a low voice. "I see. I will perform the duties of a wife. " I unbuttoned my chest as The Lycan King watched.

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.