Aaron Lycan 소설 & 이야기

“I can’t do that, he is the next Alpha, you are not strong enough, if you were challenged we would lose the pack” James walks out leaving me alone. Have I been that bad of a father? I never played favorites. I’ve always been tough on both of them. James is right in something. I need to do something. I sit there thinking about my options and then I remember the pack in Alaska. They are mostly members of the lycanthrope council and elders. They won’t be fooled by a young alpha. I make some phone calls and that’s all arranged. Leon will leave in 3 months for Alaska. They will make sure he is training to become the best version of himself.

Lyall turned into a human, while Zaiden remained a wolf just in case. Cedric nodded. “Hmm, maybe.” He walked over to Lyall. “But he doesn’t think so, not until the Lycan is dead.” Lyall chuckled. “I want this Lycan dead too.” “Then why not just kill yourself?” He raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t that simple? Lycans are hard to kill, but that doesn’t mean it's not impossible, right?” He leaned forward. “Just like your brother.” His whisper was audible enough to reach Lyall’s ear. Lyall clenched his fists. His jaw tightened. He glared at Cedric. “Oh, stop staring at me like that. People will think your stare is going to kill me.”

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

"nobody is going anywhere. I have your back. Just try to find out more about Matron Arwen and any other leads of her misdeeds." I placed my hands on hers and squeezed them, "We will see to it that she never gets away with what she did to you or the other girls, I promise" She gave me a smile of relief and nodded nervously. Meanwhile, my thoughts drifted back to the dungeons. Just how many things were the lycan royals hiding? What secrets lay behind the walls and were buried under the The lycans could kill without remorse. I had seen Jasper kill a high ranked member of the court with his bare hands as his eyes popped out in front of me and blood drizzled down his hands.

I knew I couldn't leave now, they'd want me to be a part of those that served the lycan. I watched him leave to go be with my uncle, his cold dark eyes still in my head when he had looked at me. His lashes weren't long, but they were so thick, it almost looked artificial. His shaved face had a small stubble growing in and he was about six feet four. His pink lips were the juiciest I'd ever known, he was better looking than every man I'd seen in my life's what could I expect when he was the lycan. I rejoined the omegas in the kitchen and only returned back to the event when they were done with arranging the meals. I took my position in the corner I'd been and watched everything going on aroun

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

“My baby… you’re so strong. Stronger than any of us could have imagined. But you’re still just a child. If this gets out… if anyone discovers what you truly are…” Matthias stepped forward, his large hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch his daughter’s silvery fur. “You’re the strongest of us all. A Lycan Soother blessed by the Moon Goddess. But that also makes you the biggest target. The Blacklores, the High Council… they would stop at nothing if they knew.” Liliana looked up at them, her silver eyes steady. “That’s why I’ve been careful. That’s why I built everything in the shadows. But I can’t hide it from you anymore.”

There were several times Jack told me I was plain, so I’m used to it. Ethan chuckles and glances at me, “This is Aaron. His family is one of the oldest Lycan families in the country. They are considered nobility here, only slightly lower in status than the King himself.” Nodding like I know what Ethan is talking about, I lean into his side. “Anyway,” Aaron says, stretching the word. “I must get back to my grandmother or she will be coming after me to grab my ear and drag me back.” I bite back the laugh that threatens to escape me as he winks and turns away. Ethan shakes his head and leads me toward the front of the room.

“Look around! We’ve lost everything. She shouldn’t be here. Carrying his child doesn’t change that. What message does that send Lucian when we let his murderer walk among us?” Draco’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “She is Ronan’s mate. That alone makes her one of us. And by Ronan’s blood, she will be protected.” “She’s a lycan,” Aaron spat again. “An abomination. She should’ve died with him.” “For your sake,” Draco warned, voice heavy with threat, “walk away. If she is harmed, it will be your corpse we lay at the Goddess’ feet.” Aaron’s jaw worked, eyes sweeping the crowd. No one spoke up for him. Yet, I saw it in their faces—the agreement, even if unspoken.