Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Author: Grump

Chapter 1

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 23/04/2026

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lapped against the cold, dead leaves, each step a gasp for air that my burning lun

d traded the wild scent of pine and earth

could hear their saliva dripping, a wet, slick sound that e

* My inner wolf, Lyra, shrieked in my

st floor, catching my ankle. I went down hard. The sharp edge of a rock sliced into my kne

ired of

unger. Their eyes glowed a feverish red, stripped of all reason. Lo

waiting for the tear of t

didn'

e scent of an oncoming blizzard and ancient pine trees. The three rogues transformed from predators to prey in a

to open

ved out the shape of his broad shoulders and long limbs. He didn't turn, didn't

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ipping over each other in their haste

shadows clung to him like a shroud, but I could see his

were the source of every

demanding submission. It made Lyra cower and my human side fight for breath.

ger and something else, something that pulled at a part of me I had long buried.

, a purely inst

r, already cold, dropp

voice was back in my head, laced with a dark,

ough it trembled. "Who a

und that promised nothing good. He rose to his full, intimidat

d, the words tasting of crue

t my own, roared through my consciousn

red onto my very soul. A sharp, stinging pain flared deep within m

rne." His voice was the

of icy water. I scrambled backward, pushing my

ible golden eyes held not a single fli

e to the cold, un

mised you to me long

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Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Grump Werewolf

“I fled my werewolf pack five years ago to hide in a human city, all to escape a recurring nightmare. Every full moon, a terrifying, golden-eyed Lycan slaughters everything in his path, forces me to my knees with a crushing Alpha command, and claims I am his fated mate. The vivid dreams were destroying my inner wolf, forcing me to finally agree to return to my pack for the annual Pack Run to seek a cure. But right before my flight home, I accidentally bumped into Rick Miller, the most arrogant, tyrannical Alpha on our college campus. He looked down at the coffee spilled on his expensive leather jacket with pure disdain, publicly humiliating me in front of the entire airport. "Do you have any idea what this jacket costs? Never mind. It's not like you could afford to replace it." As he coldly insulted me, a terrifying realization suddenly froze my blood. He smelled exactly like the ancient pine and storm from my nightmares, and his brief touch sent a mate's electric spark straight to my soul. How could this cruel, spoiled campus bully possibly be the legendary, terrifying Lycan King who haunted my every sleeping moment? As he turned and boarded his private jet, I looked down at my trembling hands and realized the horrifying truth. My trip back to the pack wasn't a journey to heal my trauma. I was walking straight into the cage of the very monster I had spent five years trying to outrun.”