Triplet Lycan Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

"I'm scared, Ophelia. That world is dangerous. It's terrifying. I can't bear the thought of putting them through what I went through." Ophelia gently smoothed my hair, offering what little comfort she could. But deep down, I knew the truth: things were far from alright. I was mates with the Lycan. The bond we shared brought us closer together despite my attempts to keep my distance. He also now knew my identity now. The Lily of the Valley would come crawling out of the woodwork once they learned that the healer who cured the Lycan king was their own. The children were the herald of it all—royalty on both sides of the family. There was bound to be a bloodbath.

“Please do whatever it takes to save them.” Diana, on the other hand, stared at the Lycan Kings who now lay in their chambers, unconscious and gravely injured. She furrowed her brows. She knew the prowess and strength of the Lycan Kings. They were almost invincible in the battlefield but now that they were in such a situation, she couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. And her instinct was right. As soon as she examined their bodies, she discovered something. “There’s a dark energy within them. I can feel that it’s been present in them for a long time now. And it must be the reason why they’re now reduced into such state. This dark energy should be responsible for constricting thei

Then she showed me a slight display of the ball’s events, leaving me momentarily stunned. “The great Lycan King Vincent Lawrence is my soulmate?” I fell back on my bed, my body rocked by the sheer force of unexpected revelations. Out of all the people in this world, my beloved Goddess paired me with a cruel and monstrous lycan Alpha. The one who was the most feared shifter in the supernatural creatures. He was ruling over all the races with an iron fist, his hold was unquestionable despite his young age. WTF? The Moon Goddess be like,

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

Lycan walked slowly across the cold wooden floorboards, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He was the Wolf King. He commanded a continent of lethal shifters, possessed a treasury that could buy entire nations, and ruled from a fortress of impenetrable stone and iron. If he wanted to, he could wrap Amy in the finest silks in the world, crown her in diamonds, and force the entire inner citadel to their knees before her. But that wasn't what she wanted.

Wolves around us stiffened, heads ducking, throats bared instinctively. But the Triplets… The Triplet Lycan Kings sat behind them on obsidian thrones, the air warping around them. Tristan—calm, calculating. Lucas—smiling like he already knew the ending. Hayden—massive, silent, molten-gold eyes too sharp. They didn’t just dominate the room. They redefined it. The quads stiffened beside me—Callum’s posture rigid, Jaxon simmering, Seth’s grin gone knife-sharp, Rory too still to be calm.

She’d paced inside me for days, snarling that Tyler wasn’t even my mate, that he was just the son of a beta, that she was tired of waiting around like an unwanted toy. But I’d known Tyler since we were children. And even though we weren’t mates, I still loved him. Ash and I just had to be patient while he worked to start his career. Besides, tonight would be different. Tonight, I would spend the entire evening with Tyler at our pack’s banquet for the Lycan King! My father had told me the Lycan King was visiting to strengthen trading bonds with our pack. However, the maids whispered he was visiting for another reason: to find his second chance mate.

"It's happened before. Multiple times. The Burning wasn't that long ago. Some of us still remember." Several council members nod. "The King's father implemented these laws for a reason," another councilor adds, a man with a scarred face and hard eyes. "To protect our people. To prevent another catastrophe." "And those laws have served us well," Aldric agrees. "Which is why we cannot make exceptions. Not even for the King's fascination." "It's not fascination," Mira says sharply. "She's his fated mate. The connection..." "Is irrelevant," Aldric cuts her off. "Plenty of Lycans have lived without their fated mates. The King himself did so for twenty years. He can do so again."

He stood where I had left him, one hand still half raised, as if he couldn't quite believe it. Then his gaze dropped. At his feet, glinting in the candlelight, lay a thin silver bracelet. Its clasp was snapped clean through. One small charm swung from it, an engraved moon, catching the light. That bracelet— Ten. Eleven. Slowly, the Lycan King bent down and picked it up. He didn't look angry. He looked like a wolf who had just caught a scent. Twelve. The doors slammed behind me.