My Lycan King is a Fool
- Genre: Romance
- Age: 18+
- Status: Ongoing
- Language: English
- Author: Victor Dennis
“I am your Lycan! You have to accept it!” he yelled at me.
I looked at him with tired eyes and bowed my head as I accepted him as my Lycan King.
“Yes, my love. What do you want me to do?”
I ran as fast as I could, trying my best to run away from the Lycan King, who both loved me and treated me like a piece of shit.
My heart was racing with fear, and my mind was clouded with confusion. How could I love someone who was so cruel and controlling? But I couldn’t deny the intense connection we shared, one that transcended any rational understanding.
I sprinted through the dense forest, the damp earth squelching beneath my feet. My senses were heightened, picking up every sound and scent around me. I could hear the King’s howls echoing in the distance, his pack of loyal followers hot on my trail.
As I ran, my mind raced back to the beginning of my journey with the Lycan King. I had been lost in the woods, desperately trying to find my way back to civilization. That’s when I stumbled upon him, wounded and bleeding from a vicious fight with a rival pack.
I had tended to his wounds, and in return, he had offered me his protection. At first, I was grateful for his help. But as time went on, I began to realize the true nature of our relationship. I was nothing more than his pet, his possession to be used and discarded as he pleased.
But despite everything, I couldn’t deny the pull that he had over me. His raw power and animalistic instincts called to something deep within me, something primal and untamed.
I pushed myself harder, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I had to get away from him, away from this life of captivity and abuse. But as I ran, my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound.
It was a low growl, rumbling from deep within the forest. I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest. The growl grew louder, closer. And then, out of the shadows, stepped a massive black wolf.
It was the King’s loyal enforcer, his deadliest warrior. And he was blocking my path.
I didn’t know what to do. Should I run? Fight? Surrender?
But before I could make a decision, the wolf spoke. Yes, spoke.
“I know you’re afraid,” he said, his voice deep and guttural. “But you don’t have to be. There is another way.”
I stared at him in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. Another way? What could he mean?
Before I could ask, the wolf began to shimmer and shift. And then, in his place, stood a man. A man with piercing blue eyes and a rugged jawline. A man who looked eerily familiar.
It was the Lycan King.
He stepped toward me, his eyes softening with emotion. “I know I’ve been a monster to you,” he said, his voice raw with vulnerability. “But I can change. I can be better. If you’ll let me.”
I didn’t know what to say. Could I really trust him? Could he really change?
But then, something inside me shifted. A flicker of hope, a spark of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us.
I took a step toward him, my heart beating wildly in my chest. And then another, and another, until we were standing face to face.
He held out his hand, his eyes pleading with mine. “Please,” he said. “Give me another chance.”
And at that moment, I made a choice. A choice to take a chance, to believe in something greater than myself. A choice to embrace the wildness within me and to trust in the transformative power of love.
I took his hand, and we walked away from the forest, hand in hand, ready to start a new chapter in our story.
As we walked, the Lycan King kept stealing glances at me as if he couldn’t believe that I was still by his side. I, on the other hand, was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he had just turned into a wolf and back again. It was like something out of a fairytale.
We reached a clearing in the woods, and he led me to a large tree stump, motioning for me to sit down. I obliged, and he sat next to me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I know I haven’t been the best partner to you,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “But I want to make it up to you. I want to be the kind of Lycan that you deserve.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. It was all too much to take in. But I appreciated the gesture, and I could see the genuine remorse in his eyes.
“I appreciate that,” I said softly. “But what exactly do you mean?”
He took a deep breath. “I mean that I want to be your partner, not your owner. I want to treat you with respect and work together as a team. I don’t want to be the kind of Lycan who controls every aspect of your life.”
I was surprised by his words. It was like he was a completely different person. But could I really trust him?
“I want to believe you,” I said hesitantly. “But you’ve hurt me before, and I’m not sure I can just forget all of that.”
“I understand,” he said, his expression pained. “But please, just give me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I looked at him, trying to read his emotions. There was a sincerity in his voice that I hadn’t heard before and a vulnerability in his eyes that I had never seen. Maybe, he really could change.
I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said finally. “I’ll give you a chance.”
A smile spread across his face, and he leaned in to kiss me. It was tentative at first as if he was afraid I might pull away. But as I felt his lips on mine, I could feel something shift within me. It was like a spark had been lit, and I felt the flames of passion ignite between us.
We pulled away, both breathing heavily. “I don’t want to rush things,” he said softly. “But I do want to make things right between us. Can we start over?”
I nodded, feeling a sense of hopefulness that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe, there was a chance for us after all.
We sat there in the clearing, talking for hours. We talked about our hopes and dreams, our fears and insecurities. It was like we were getting to know each other for the first time without any of the baggage that had come before.
As the sun began to set, he stood up and offered me his hand. “Let’s go home,” he said, a smile on his face.
I took his hand, and we walked back to our cottage, hand in hand. It was a new beginning for us, a chance to start over and build something real. And as we walked, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. Maybe, everything was going to be okay.
Even though it was hard for me to believe that, I knew I had to.