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The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings

Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

nuvvy10 · Fantasy
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192 Chs

Abnormal Adam

Back to Maya's POV:

A slight racking of something steely from a distance drew me out of the shadows of darkness to my relief into some bright white light.

I coughed slightly, feeling my throat itching a bit and closing up.

What was the matter now? What was the dream all about?

My eyes still closed, I tried to ruminate on the meaning of the dream which had seemed to have gone on for hours.

But nothing came up. I didn't understand one bit of it.

I didn't know who those crying ugly women were, or what the valley was all about, never even heard of it before, until the dream. Not that I am even sure that the spot exists in real life.

For all I know all these fucked up dream was a characteristic of…

characteristics of what? I heard my mind ask in a way, as if taunting me.

But I came up short. A characteristic of what? Why was I hallucinating or having dreams without foundations, or at least so I thought.