Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Chapter 6

Word Count: 701 | Released on: 23/04/2026

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th textbooks, on our way to the library for a last-ditch cram session. The sun was warm on my skin, but a faint, oppressive f

d us. Conversations faltered. People stopped in their

arted like

of sight and saw the s

the unshakeable confidence of a king. He was flanked by two other guys, both built like linebackers, who moved in his orbit like loya

dging me with her elbow. "The

ith shoulders so broad they seemed to fill the entire walkway. Every movement w

it grated on every one of my nerves. It was the kind of power that didn't ask for respect, but demanded i

esire. Rick seemed completely oblivious, or perhaps just indifferent. Hi

swept across the crowd and snagged

physical touch. My breath caught in my

eyes away, grabbing Bl

we hurried away. "He walks around

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just stopped and leveled a

ed a frantic apology and practi

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alked past us, so close

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to confirm, but he was already too far away, his

coincidence. Lots of Alphas wear cologne that s

confused sound. She was drawn to th

asked, noticing the co

e absurd notion from my min

idence. The nightmares were making me paranoid, se

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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.”