Triplet Lycan Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

I asked, feeling anxious. "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." Shakily, I offered him my right hand. He undid the buttons of his shirt and took it off. He extended his claws and clawed his chest, right over his heart. The skin tore easily and the wound started bleeding immediately. He took my hand in his and made a small cut in the middle of my palm before he placed it over the bleeding wound on his chest. "I, Dimitri Volkov, Beta of The Rogue Pack, solemnly vow to loyally serve Avalyn Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Queen of Mozog, for as long as I shall live," he vowed as we looked into each other's eyes.

Eva. There was an odd personality among Lycan Kings and alpha kings. When they love, they will stick to their first fated mate. It would be unlucky for the second chance mate if she happened to come after the first fated mate’s death. She will never have an opportunity to be loved and adored by the royals. If that was the case, not only was I unlucky for being paired with the Lycan King, who could not get over with his mate, but I was the unluckiest of all.

“Once I become the selected bride of the Lycan king, I’ll have other ways to deal with our grudge, Zira.” “What Lycan king bride?” Leah asked quickly, eyeing her with suspicion. “Of course neither of you would know.” She looked down her nose at us. “Since neither of you are considered suitable for him. But we’re not here for the crowning alone. There are also plans to pick a bride for the Lycan King.” I resisted the urge to laugh at how stunned Leah looked. As Scarlett talked, a sweet and intoxicating fragrance drifted into my nostrils. It almost seemed to be calling out to my soul. I looked around, trying to locate the scent’s origin, but Scarlett’s voice drew me back to her.

I asked myself, standing there dumbfounded. “ He didn't want to startle you and what do you expect from a king? He can't keep idle here even for his mate,” she stated as a matter of fact. “ Stop that,” I said, snapping out of my thoughts. “ He is a king?” “ Lycan king.” “ But why did I forget about him?” I asked, I hope it's not related to some kind of betrayal, I thought, patiently waiting for her to answer. “ You should ask your wolf that question,” she said.

He smiled darkly as he stared at the king. “And I can do whatsoever I please with her, whenever I please-“ I felt goosebumps on my skin as his eyes moved to me. “I see no reason why our esteemed beta should interfere so greatly in my affairs.” My brows drew weakly as my gaze shifted from lord Brogan to lord Vargen. His hazel eyes were do dark, despite how calmly he stood next to me. “He is not wrong.” I lost my train of thought at King Rykens voice. I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes burning from the pain as King Ryken lifted an uninterested brow, his eyes bored as he stated between the two lycans.

The bond had begun to form the moment I'd caught his scent, despite every defense I'd built over the years. "This can't be happening," I whispered to the silent city below. "Not him. Anyone but him." The implications crashed through me in waves. The King of the Lycans. The ruler of a species that had looked down on werewolves as lesser creatures for centuries. A monarch whose political position was already precarious for his progressive stance toward my kind. And me, a werewolf, the sister of a pack alpha, bound by duty and loyalty to my people. It was politically impossible. Culturally unprecedented. Personally terrifying.

"Do you know the name of the lycan king who wasn't supposed to come?" He followed my gaze to the card, a look of pity crossing his face as it was handed to me. "Alpha Kael Draven." Alpha who? god, I was dead... so dead...

Bluey exclaimed. “Exactly. You know how Lycans are with their pups. Now that he knows... I’m scared. He might try to take them from me.” Bluey sat up straighter. “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Well, my triplets are his replica. No one can deny it. You’ll see. Bluey picked up her phone and opened her browser. "Let’s try something.” She typed: “Prominent and rich Lycans in Washington.” And after a few minutes,

complicated. It was very interesting to watch. He wondered how all this would play out at the end. Would the human choose her loyalty towards her mother or would she give in to the bond? " I kindly suggest you stay out of my business " Asher's glare was cold, it was enough to send shivers down the sound of anyone unfortunate enough to come across it. Damien however wasn't just anyone. He was The Lycan King and even though he wasn't as powerful as Asher was physically, his position was very much above the Aphas.

"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.