Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.

"There was a legend about the king of lycans. It was said that up until now, he is sleeping, waiting for the appearance of his mate." My best friend, Stacey, told me. "King of Lycans? Bullshit." "You don't believe me, do you Julia? I tell you it's true! He is real! My grandmother who is three fucking hundred years old told me so!" "Stace, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just that we wouldn't know if he's real or not until we see him with our own eyes. Plus, why the hell is he sleeping? He should've sought his mate instead of lying on a bed." "It's called hibernating, Jules." "Werewolves hibernate? I didn't know our kind hibernates." "He is not just a werewolf, Jules. He is a lycan. The last male lycan that is to exist." And as if on cue, a loud howl, a howl so powerful, it can make even the trees bend, sounded throughout the whole forest. ---------------------- "Found you."

❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

"Do I have to fuck you to make you understand that you belong to me?" He whispered huskily against her ear, pressing his pelvis onto the small of her back, "Do you want me inside you, my queen? Do you want your womb to be filled with my seed? Do you want me to dominate you?" - Sweet, naive, and innocent was she, so what would a small thing like her do with a beast king like he? - Warning: Will contain violence, foul words, and sexual content. Does not show a healthy relationship. Read at your own risk. Highest Rankings : #4 in Romance #8 in Paranormal #12 in Supernatural #11 in Vampire #17 in Fantasy #41 in Werewolf