A Mate For The Last Lycan novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: WHAT KIND OF MONSTER I AM

"So, it's the rogues. They are counting on rogues to aid them in their coup?" King Dacre looked relaxed when he heard the information, while Khaos looked nonchalant as he walked beside him.

The king had a fresh rose in his hand that he plucked from his garden, as they walked toward the north palace, where Princess Nycta stayed. She would be the queen of this kingdom by the end of summer.

"He did not seek rogues alone. Xaden has also been in contact with the Great Lunar kingdom."

Dacre stopped walking, he looked at Khaos with amusement. "Do you think he can pull off such a deal with them?"

"Yes. I think he can."

Dacre narrowed his eyes and then continued to walk. "I underestimated him."

They arrived at the north palace, where Princess Nycta and her two other sisters had been waiting for the king's visit.

"I will take my leave." Khaos had said what he needed him to know, but Dacre stopped him.

"You still have not yet told me which princess you will take as the luna of the pack."

Khaos stopped for a while, he didn't even spare the princesses a glance. "I have someone in mind," he said, which made Dacre raise his brows in surprise.

"Really? Who is that?"

"I will tell you when the time comes."

And he left before the king could stop him again.

Dacre smirked, he wondered which woman had managed to capture his attention, but right now, there was something that he needed to do first.

"King Dacre," the three princesses greeted the king in unison.

"Can I have Princess Nycta for myself?" Dacre asked. He dismissed Princess Alana and Princess Rose. The two of them left and Nycta was there alone with the king. "I want to show you something." He stretched out his hand to take Nycta's hand.

She was so young. Very young and fertile. She was only seventeen, while Dacre would be thirty four this winter.

Nycta followed the king, she looked bashful when the king held her hand, while the warriors and maids followed behind them.

Her beautiful brown eyes were full of delight because the king treated her gently. She heard the king had never had a mistress when he was with her sister, the previous queen, which made her become even more happy with the prospect of this marriage.

"I will give you healthy children, My King. You don't need to worry about that," Nycta said in a small, sheepish voice, which made Dacre laugh.

"Of course, you will." He pulled her closer and put his arm around her waist. "That will be your first duty."

Dacre took her to the garden and sat there, as the maids immediately tended to their needs. The king waved his hand to gesture for three warriors to come forward.

"As you will become the Queen of this kingdom, I want you to choose your personal warrior."