Wolfless Omega Claimed By Prince Lycan King Novels & Stories

The math stayed familiar; he had survived worse balances before. "Revised custody," Penhallow announced to the room, looking at nobody and claiming everyone. "I will inform the Lycan King that his tribute arrived in damaged condition. The designation examination was incomplete due to the tribute's own conduct." "Damaged," Ansel said quietly from the floor. Penhallow did not blink. "Damaged satisfies the ledger, boy."

Most contemporary wolves rejected them as a fantasy. "It's just a story," I muttered, trying desperately to hang on to my reality. Kael turned his gaze back toward me. "No". They were really real." His cold conviction in his voice sent shivers down my spine. "How could you possibly know that?" His eyes shone a vivid, predatory gold. "Because my family served them," I turned cold. The Lycan King was not overstating. He was not talking in figurative language. "The Lunar Royals possessed powers that made ordinary Alphas look like pups," he went on, moving in closer. "Their blood was sacred. Blessed."

It’s all vivid, permanently seared into my mind, my skin, my body. And yet, I still struggle to believe any of it was real. None of it made sense. The attraction in his eyes, the hunger in his voice, the craving in his every touch. How could those be directed towards me? He is the Lycan King. He can have any she-wolf he likes. He could have the strongest, most beautiful she-wolf in the world at the snap of a finger. I, on the other hand, was never desired. Not even by my own mate. I’m an Omega who can’t shift, labelled the lowest of the low by our society. What could a man as powerful as him want with someone like me?

“We could add her to the next shipment of omegas to be sent to the Lycan King. Perhaps life in Lycranox will teach her some lessons.” Cold sweat trickled down my neck. My eyes widened in horror. Lycranox… the territory ruled by the Lycan King. That name alone made my stomach twist. Everyone in Stormwolf knew about the Lycan King. He was ruthless, powerful, and feared even by other Alphas. I had heard enough stories, too many stories about what happened to people who crossed him. No Omega sent to Lycranox ever came back the same. Some never came back at all.

"Does anyone now doubt the fact that I am the daughter of Alpha Javier and Luna Valerie?" Everyone shook their heads in impeccable synchronization. "I am the true heir of the Montana Pack. My mate, Nikolai, is the Alpha and I am your Luna," she announced. "Those who do not agree, come forward." Wolves have always known that there is strength in numbers. But when called upon singularly, most lacked courage. Or maybe, they were smart. The wolf in the ring was the only one stupid enough to growl and issue a challenge. Ava's eyes focused on him. "Just like my mother, I am a werewolf with powers. I could kill you without lifting my finger," she said unflinchingly. "But since you think you can bec

He was one of the fearless guard of the pack. As he took his last step in, he bowed. His head aligned with his lower waist level. “You called for me, my lord. Here I am, to serve you with my last breath.”‘ He stated, vowing on their watchword. I am the great Lycan prince, the Alpha of the Alpha’s. The greatest future king of the Crimson pack. All wolves, including the witches bowed before me. Worshipping at my feet, kissing on my sole passionately. Who dares strike an head on the great mountain of the crimson pack?

One of the five Lycan princes in Dakota. "I'm no longer a royal. My father has released me from that fuckin responsibility, or, in other words, disowned him from his son. Nothing is stopping us from being together anymore." "Theo, that doesn't mean you don't have the royal blood anymore; you still do. Your mate must be someone who is on the same level as you, a she-Lycan with noble lineage. Catrina spoke softly. ***** At the Blackthorn Pack. "It's not possible she did all that, Alpha. She is an omega; her wolf is weak and not nearly as strong as our gammas."

I gripped my stomach laughing hard. The Alpha Prince Clayton Wolke was my mate! It was like I was dreaming. I was frightened of who he was. I was daunted by his rank and his wealth. He was a freaking Lycan. A royal one at that. As if that was not enough, he was the fucking prince. The Alpha of Alphas. One of the strongest and wealthiest men in the kingdom. I was nothing compared to him. I really didn't see that coming. The moon goddess was cunning as ever and she outsmarted me yet again.

Unlike my people who could only transform during a full moon, the Lycans were blessed with the ability to shift whenever they wanted. I’ve watched Rafael slip in and out of his beastly nature and it was clear that of all of them, he was the most advanced and powerful. It made sense that he was Alpha King, able to rule fairly over the wolves of the Black Mountain Pack, commanding as much respect and regard to him. It was essential for the smooth running of the pack that they accepted him as king to rule over them. It wasn’t a messy political hierarchy and things were really going well—that was until Lucien showed up.

Alpha Magnus glanced at his mate, who was seriously measuring different ingredients, and spoke softly. “I have called my allies about that half-blood bastard. Trust me, none of the noble bloodlines of the Werewolves will accept this so-called Prince as their King.” “You are wrong here!” Catherine stirred a wooden spoon in the pot, her face darkened with worry. “Werewolves will never leave a chance to fight against the Lycan King. Their joint hatred has gathered them to create an unending disturbance. And what I have heard from Shyla, Prince Edith has already invaded the Royal Castle with his spies.