Novel & Cerita A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes

I discovered you're my mate since the first day you were found around my world unconscious. what happened to the men that were chasing me because I could recall how everything happened,she furrowed her brows,staring at me intensively. About them,I found them dead,he said,gazing sideways,this bridged more confusion on my face. “We're cool now you need to rest your head”,he drew me closer holding me tightly to his body. Giselle,I will cherish and love you as my mate,he whispered softly. It's been a week since I escaped from the Lycan realm, discovering a loving and caring mate like Bryan,is a pay back for the stressful journey I went through in the mansion all because of Veronica.

I knew that if I stepped foot out of my chambers to kill just one person, I’d end up killing everyone in the palace like I had the last time I lost control. After that, I had to build a new pack from scratch with subjects and slaves because the only people that had survived that blood thirsty rampage were Leila and Levi because she had found a way to tame the curse just before I aimed for Levi’s heart. I didn’t want that to happen again, I couldn’t let it. Still writhing on the floor in agony, I tried to mind-link Leila for help but it felt extremely weak as though she was far away or using her energy for something else and it was blocking the link.

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

Wolf and vampire hybrids hardly get to carry pregnancy, but she pulls through with pregnancy, and yet…" he paused to look at the prince. "And yet what?" He asked. "You subjected her to slavery, and not only that, all she goes through is constant stress from you and the others, and I guess she lost the pregnancy. You were too dumb and too Afraid to protect your goddess-given mate." He said it in anger.

Alone again, I sagged against the wall, my breath ragged. I had slept with the Lycan princes. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the memories refused to fade. Kael’s rough voice murmuring my name, Rael’s lips grazing my skin, the heat of their bodies pinning me between them. The way my wolf had sung in perfect harmony with theirs. Mate. The word echoed in me still, low and relentless. “No,” I whispered again, shaking. “They’re not my mates. They can’t be.” But my wolf didn’t argue. She just purred, smug and satisfied.

"Once the curse begins, the rage will grow, and the prince will become bloodthirsty and kill his mate in the rage." It is well known that the Lycan is one of the most respected and strongest of the werewolves, especially the royal family, which rules all werewolves and enjoys supreme power and wealth. What is not clear, however, is just how painful the price has been. The first king went berserk and killed his mate. His mate's blood bathed his pupils. When he came to his senses, he lay by the body of the Queen and cried for three days and nights before dying of exhaustion.

Sarah screamed loudly and cursed Marcus' name in resentment. As we both stopped in front of my bedroom, he pulled me inside of my room and locked the door. I was astounded by his actions and panicked when he grabbed my hand. He pulled me closer to him. “I know you don’t want to stay in this hellish pack. Let’s have a deal. I will help you to escape here as long as you will be an obedient woman for the Lycan King.” “What are you talking about, Marcus? It’s impossible—”

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

She had asked how marriages worked out in Lycaronia and I was glad to tell her. "Well, there was a time in Lycanronia when mates and mate bonds were cherished above all else." She looked at me with genuine curiosity, "Mates and mate bonds? What are those?" I took a bite into one of her fruits— she had called it an apple, "In my world, Lycans are bound by something we call a mate bond. It's a deep, unbreakable connection between two souls. When two Lycans find their mates, they become inseparable, sharing a love and bond that transcends time."