A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes Novels & Stories

He barked, his gaze hitting me for a split second before he turned to his Beta. “Theo, prepare a modest room for her. She will continue to live as a slave here.” Theo blinked back a few times before bowing with a hand on his chest. While I stood there confused. I was certain the Lycan King was my second chance mate, but he claimed I was nothing but a slave, and would continue to live as one. Was that my punishment for rejecting my mate? I wasn’t sure, and since the Lycan King wasn’t someone I could just question, I placed my hand on my chest, and bowed, raising my head to see him retreating into the castle with the three wolves and his beta.

So it's clear he's compelled already? Just then I see the mark on his blood-stained chest. He has a mate. Perfect. “Picture this. Your mate, serving all my men after you die, it will be a blast, won't it?” “Lucious,” he blurts too quickly. “It's the lycan prince, your brother. Now let me go.” “I never said I let you go; now your mate will leave a free life away from my men.” I slice his head off with my claws.

The king’s voice boomed, “How can this be? An Alpha Prince and a human slave? Goddess, what kind of joke is this? Our bloodline has always been mated with stronger, worthy women. There has to be a mistake!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I wanted to vanish. Melt into the marble floor. I didn’t even fully understand what a mate meant for them or for me. I was more connected to my human side than my wolf one, but I could still feel the mate bond which felt wild and hot, wrapping around my heart, pulling me toward him. Lucian Stark.The cursed Alpha prince.The wolf no woman survived. Nineteen had been chosen for him. Nineteen were buried before the next full moon.

Lycans were never supposed to mate outside their race, but Sasha didn’t know this. Sasha’s fated mate, an alpha of her old village, which is now a pack, finds Sasha with her husband and children. Furious that Sasha betrayed him by mating with another, he kills her husband. He banishes the children and leaves them as rouges. The children are in their teens when this happens. Sasha's fated mate captures her and forces her to be his mate. He rapes her until she is pregnant and repeats the process after giving birth. He rapes her enough that she has six pups for him. Sasha is depressed. She hates her fated mate and misses her husband, who she was deeply in love with. She misses her two older chi

The wind rustled softly through the trees. "This is where we sit every night," June said quietly. "The older slaves and some mistresses gather us here and tell stories, strange things they’ve seen. Most of them are about the Lycan King. Like how he cuts off heads in one clean move... like chopping off a fish’s head. And how he drinks the blood of innocent people to gain more power." My stomach turned. What? That’s the same creature I’m mated to? My heart thundered in my chest. I took a shaky breath, barely able to stand still.

That’s one thing this Princess must not realize. For centuries, Lycans were cursed to not recognize their mates and recently, the curse was lifted when Nora and Striker Skoldofr marked each other despite not knowing they were true mates. So, Lycans are not truly aware of how it feels to have a fated mate and Avery thinks I just marked her only to break my promise to her brother. I wouldn’t have known either if I hadn’t seen her first that night, standing on the shore as if she was contemplating throwing herself into the sea. She didn’t know my eyes were on her, but I knew her—inside out, better than anyone had ever known her.

One moment, I was half-naked and vulnerable, huddled in a damp cave with a dominant Lycan Prince claiming me as his mate. One moment, I was half-naked, damp, and shivering in a cave, with a Lycan Prince looming over me like some overconfident predator announcing I was his mate. The next, I was dressed like a reluctant runway model, tucked into the plush interior of a limited-edition Maybach.

A wolf-less Luna mated to a god was a fairy tale found only in the books. This was a death sentence. He was just claiming his property. "Your... Your Majesty," Kaelen’s voice broke the silence. He stammered from the wooden platform, sounding nervous but deeply confused. "There seems to be a misunderstanding. That female is defective. She is a wolf-less slave. If you desire proper, pure-blooded offerings, I can…" The Lycan King suddenly let out a loud, guttural snarl, jerking his head towards Kaelen.

“Give it an intense thought, don't get carried away by the selfish Lycan. We have to go home. Both of us with Adrian...’’ “He needs me.’’ I cut in. ‘‘What?’’ ‘‘Cyril. Aside the fact that we are mates…..’’ “Can you not mention it?’’ He interrupted. Drawing in a deep breath, I continued. “There's a curse on the lycan kingdom. A curse on their male breeds. Apparently, I'm the only way to relieving the curse.’’ ‘‘Wh…what are you… talking about?’’ Exactly what you think. As the Lycan king's mate, I'm expected to serve the course. It's my destiny….’’ “I don't understand a word of what you're blabbering about!’’ Thompson yelled. “Well that's the problem. You never understand me and you neve care to

warm, soft, and so bloody addictive. I will make her love me. No matter how many lies it takes. No matter how much it destroys us both. ... The next morning, I stand before the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored black Armani suit. The reflection staring back is every inch the powerful Lycan King. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and violet eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. But inside, the five-petal curse burns hotter than ever. The door opens. "Your Majesty", Cain, my Beta, steps in. "Everything is prepared. The ceremony begins in thirty minutes."