Preliminary

My Unwanted Lycan Mate

First Meeting

“In her smile, I see something more beautiful than the stars.”

A Lycan werewolf romance.

King Miller was the Lycan king who detested werewolves and wanted nothing to do with them. He was a man-whore who had slept with anything hidden beneath the skirt. He ruled his kingdom with strict rules and was well known across the pack for his supremacy and aggressive actions against anyone who entered his domain without his permission. He despised humans the most since his birth mother was one.

Mia:

She was an alpha werewolf. Her brother was the werewolf king, and she was madly in love with his brother Beta, Kelly. She meets her mate, who happens to be the Lycan king, and he refuses to have anything to do with her. He thought that it would be better if he could cut off her throat.

“King Miller-Jones, King of the Cold Blood Pack, I, Mia Divas, rejected you as my mate and monarch.”

“I, King Miller-Jones, refuse your rejection,” he roared.

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Preliminary

‘Mate! Mate! Mate.’ I sat up when I heard my wolf chant in my head. “What?” I snarled at my happy, howling wolf.

‘Mate! He’s here.’ She kept pestering me.

“No, I don’t need a mate, and I don’t need to be restrained or timid in front of anyone. And besides, I am in love with my brother’s beta, Kelly. All I have to do is tell him how I feel about him, and I won’t have an unsuitable mate!”

“No, I want my mate!” she growled.

Time halted. My lungs had stopped inhaling and exhaling.

Everything had ceased to exist. Apart from this magnificent man standing in front of me, I couldn’t feel or sense anything else. He was not too beautiful, that would be too feminine. He was the embodiment of virility. His messy silver hair fell over his forehead. He was the tallest man I’d ever met. He had a tremendously muscular body, which drove my wolf nuts. He was defined as being perfect. He was strong, powerful, and beautiful.

‘Mate, mate! Mate.’ My wolf wailed. His ocean blue eyes were glued to me, and I was abruptly wet down below. His perfect lips kept calling out for a kiss.

I blurted out, “Fuck.” I had to run. I didn’t need a mate.

My claws dug into the wet soil as I forced myself to run. I must run as fast as my claws could take me. I started feeling exhausted, physically and mentally, but my sole priority was to flee and run, to flee as far as possible. I knew that my wolf was giving up due to weakness and lack of breath, but still, I was running. Eventually, my wolf gave up, and I collapsed into the woods. Wet tears spilled out of my eyes just by thinking of how my life would change if my mate caught me.

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Monarch Miller-Jones

I was wandering through the few trees in the town, and then I smelled the most intoxicating and appealing scent I had ever smelled. I had no description of the smell. It was so astonishing that it made me drool.

My Lycan was howling desperately inside my head, dancing and shrieking happily. Then I heard my Lycan say a word, one word I loathed the most.

“MATE”

Oh shit, I met my mate. And she’s a little weak wolf. I hated the idea of having a mate, a wolf who would diminish me, a mate who would share my throne with me. Having and acknowledging a mate means I would not be able to keep my whore harem any longer. I didn’t need a woman I would be emotionally attached to. I had my contentment with my whores, since they would do anything to satisfy my lust and desire.

I was the strongest monarch. Accepting and claiming the weak she-wolf as my mate would be a disastrous thing to do. It would put a tint on my prestige. I do not need a weak she-wolf, and I would never accept her. She must die.

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Lycanthropy comes from the species of werewolf. They couldn’t shift into wolves because they were more in tune with their human side. Lycans were half-werewolf and half-human. They can grow teeth, claws, have excellent eyesight, and heal as werewolves do. They do not shift into wolves.