Wyatt Lykensen X Reader Novels & Stories

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

“Katherine a Lycan.” My breath caught “ They exist?” I asked her. “I thought they were myths.” “Well, they are not because you mated one.” She replied to me while reading out what was written. “Lycan’s are ancient and rare and pure blooded descendants of the first wolves. Their eyes glow red in their true state.” She paused and looked at me while lowering the book. “So what are you going to do?” I blinked and looked at her. “about what? It was just a one time thing. I probably won’t ever see him again.”

' Many questions ran in cycles in my mind and I couldn't quite understand how they even knew his mate. 'Actually, that is blackmail. ' Ryker answered back, his mind running miles too in an attempt to counter this. 'Theo, did you see your mate? You can answer through the mind link, Clearly you do not have the energy to speak. ' 'He says that he was covered with a clothe such that he couldn't see. But he could feel her, he was even allowed to touch her. Says the way he felt when he entered the room drove his wolf crazy. '

“I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. I know he knows.” “He did,” I admitted. “But I thought Lycans were extinct. I just assumed he saw some big werewolves and panicked.” Wyatt laughed. “Oh, he panicked all right. He saw a seven and a half foot Lycan. Panic is an understatement.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankle over his knee. “Did he tell you why he wants us all dead?” I shrugged. “I don’t really ask that. I think he told my assistant that you had no business etiquette.”

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wondered Ryker. “They still are.” “Wait—” Tyrone, who was busy typing on a faraway desk quickly twirled around and neared them. “So you’re telling me, Leal’s working somewhere in Brooklyn?! And we’re—” “No.” Axel frowned and hit him in the head. “You f u cking airhead.” “Well then what?!” “What Axel meant was,” Ryker intervened, “Leal’s still actively communicating with her, most probably, because Ellie is her editor. You never wondered why Axel was suddenly so interested in a book? One about werewolves at that?”

I try to speak and my voice is a dry whisper. “Please,” I say, because there is nothing else to say. His eyes find mine. They are luminous, not human-bright but like a hunted moon. He crouches like he is settling to listen. His hand moves, surprisingly gentle, and presses to my shoulder. Heat blooms through the cold where his palm rests. “You are near gone,” he says, the voice low and not unkind. It is a word I do not expect from a Lycan, which is why I feel my body relax a breath.

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

I can't believe I ever let this woman go. "Come," I mutter in her ear, letting her body go. She reluctantly lets me go and follows behind me as I head towards the bedroom. I glance at the messy floor, knowing what she is going to start thinking, before I head to the bathroom and turn the shower on. She always takes the hottest showers possible, while I prefer mine on the coldest setting. As a Lycan, my body is always tense and the only thing that cures my sore muscles is a cool shower.

Ah shit. Wyatt jumped back from her, releasing her in his sudden need to escape. He glanced about, looking for Jaxon or Parker to help defuse the situation, but they'd melted into the woods, giving him some unwanted privacy. At least she didn't immediately start shrieking, but she looked far from happy. "A Lycan. What the fuck is that?" she yelled, obscenity peppering her language and making Wyatt wince. Men cursed. Women, well, they just didn't, damn it.