Triplet Lycan Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

My breath hitched as he held me close. “What’s your name?” one asked. The others surrounded me, identical and unnerving. “No one ever tells us apart,” one joked. I stayed silent, my mind reeling. How did they know what I was thinking? “I’m Dax,” said the one holding me. “That’s Ryker.” Ryker’s smile sent my heart skittering. “And over there is Luca,” Dax continued. “The big guy? That’s Damien, the eldest.” They were all smiling, but my confusion only deepened. “We’re the Lycan Kings of the Seventh Moon Pack,” Damien finally said. “And we can read thoughts.”

The lycan prince stood to shake hands with the man he saw to be his father-in-law. Wizard King Benson could not tell the twins apart physically but the Lycan prince's polite attitude made me know he was not dealing with the Lycan king. "So you're the nicer twin." He accepted the handshake. The lycan king emitted a low disproving growl at the wizard's insinuation. His brother smirked and added, just to spite his brother. "And Xylia's favourite mate." "Mate?!" The wizard turned to his daughter. "Mate?"

“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.

You will serve the guests tonight her stepmother continued coldly and try not to embarrass this family for once Before Ariana could answer, the large doors of the hall suddenly opened. Every warrior in the room instantly stepped back Fear filled the air. The Shadowcrest royal guards had arrived. Black armor, Silver wolf symbols ,Cold expressions and behind them stood the man people feared most, KING KAEL DRAVEN , THE RUTHLESS LYCAN KING. Ariana's breath was caught in her throat the moment their eyes met , it was Silver

His mate, rarer still, Lycan royalty almost never mingled openly with wolf society. "A Lycan mate," Marla mused, swirling her wine thoughtfully. "I wonder what sort of creature could tame a man like that. They say Lycan Kings go mateless for centuries, waiting." "Perhaps she's some noblewoman from Lypion," Damian offered, uninterested beyond the political weight of the announcement. "It hardly matters. What matters is every eye in the territories will be on Ashwood that night, and for once, they'll see exactly what they should have seen all along." He glanced toward Vivian with open pride. "A proper Luna. A pregnancy already underway. No more whispers, no more pity looks at council meetings.

"Well, you should. Because right now, the only thing standing between us and open rebellion is the fact that we've always presented a united front. And you just shattered that." I wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him he was being dramatic. But the truth was, he was right. In lycan society, triplet kings were rare enough. Triplet kings who shared a mate? That was unheard of. And now, I'd just proven we couldn't make this work. "I can feel her," I said quietly. The admission felt like peeling my own skin off. "Every emotion. Every fear. It's—" I pressed a hand to my chest, right over my heart. "It's overwhelming. I don't know how to—I can't—"

The King of the Lycans, who was currently laying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep beside him. Darach King, the only beast who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom. He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was madder than any other living Lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness.

For my sake, I hoped he wouldn't. In front, I could sight a man suitly donned.Tall and muscular. Despite my veil, his charm and dazzle under the lights couldn't be missed. His high nose stood firm and straight atop of his rigid face. His grey eyes are strikingly beautiful. But there was something in them. Just something that eluded my understanding. As I got closer to him, I could feel his strong aura and I needed not to be told he was the Lycan king. Derrick Kings.

"Why are they so against this? Some of them are just wolves as well, so why won't they allow me to be their Queen?" Carolina shook her head slowly. "That's the thing, Hailey. Lycans are special so they believe they are the only ones allowed to be their King and Queen. Anything else is a disgrace to the kingdom they believe in. They don't think normal wolves are strong enough to rule. It's an old ancient belief that hasn't been abolished and if you and Hunter never fix this, it might go on for another hundred years." Oh my god. This was so awful. Just then, the door was kicked down and both Carolina and I squealed in shock, but recovered when we saw that it was just Hunter.

She had hoped for a different outcome, but she knew that this was the right path for her. With her decision made, Alessia and Adrian embarked on a new chapter of their lives together. They faced the challenges that came with their respective positions and the responsibilities that awaited them as the Lycan King and Queen. Their love grew deeper with each passing day, solidifying their bond and forging a path of unity and strength for their packs.