A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes Novels & Stories

My heart drums in my ears as I gaze upon her, her shiny black fur sparkling slightly under the moon while her piercing gemstone eyes twinkle. "You are beautiful," I hear Paris whisper as he takes small steps toward her. He reaches out and strokes her fur before leaning his head against hers as though he can hear her thoughts and feel her emotions. I suppose he can since it's his blood in her and they are mates. I look at him as he straightens up and see so much pride and love in his eyes before the sound of bones snapping fills my ears, and just as I finish blinking, a silver Lycan stands before me.

I just trusted the Lycan prince even when my body was not willing to. “I don’t know, Adam. Maybe because of the fact that you be littled me, or the the fact that you are so full of yourself. Lycans, werewolves, everyone of you in general. You all think you have powers of weaklings like me, you all think that you are special just because you are a bit stronger and powerful than the rest of us. That is what makes me sick! The fact that every single one of you have something to say. You tell me not to listen to them, not to allow other werewolves bully me when you are the one oppressing me emotionally. There is nothing I want to have to do with any of you. You all make me sick and I just think

I despised her for the pain she inflicted upon me, and yet, I was powerless to defend myself against her wrath. As I allowed myself to succumb to the overwhelming emotions, my thoughts drifted to Kavan, my true mate. Oh, how I yearned for him, for his embrace, and for the love we could share if not for the cruel fate that had placed me in the clutches of Murad. Kavan's presence had been a beacon of hope and light in my life, a love I yearned to embrace openly. But destiny had other plans, chaining me to Murad, the possessive Lycan King who cared more for power than the heart of the one he owned.

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.

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

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.

She is wearing a casual green dress that reaches her feet, making her appear elegant. “ You looked interested in it. ” She gestures at the painting with her chin. “ Don’t you know the story already? ” “ What story? ” I have a bad feeling about it. “ When the witches put the curse on the Lycans, rendering them unable to recognize their mates or shift into their wolves, the South’s Royal family lost a lot of their members in the war with the vampires. It was because, without their mates and their wolves, they were weaker than their old selves. ” She starts softly. “ The Lycan King, Cereus at that time, reached out to Nirana, the woman we considered a Goddess on Earth. Look here. ”