by Dream ink
No one ruled the wolf clans. They survived them. King Kael Draven — the Lycan Sovereign — was not crowned by ceremony, but by conquest. He broke three rival packs before he turned twenty-five. He burned a rebel city when they tried to poison him. He executed traitors personally. They called him many names: The Black Alpha. The Moon Tyrant. The Unmated King. Because he had never found her. A Lycan King without a mate was dangerous. Unstable. Brutal. His court kept concubines to calm his temper — but none could hold his wolf. None could mark him. None could command him. And the longer the bond delayed… …the more violent he became. “Find her,” Kael growled to the kneeling trackers. “My wolf is no longer asking.” The trackers trembled. “When he chooses,” the Kingsaid quietly, “I will feel it. And when I do — no law, no god, no bloodline will keep her from me.”
