Novel & Cerita A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes

“I also heard they are very rare to find. Some Lycan kings died without ever finding their true mates and only mated other female to get an heir” “Atlas, the Lycan's only weakness” ... Conversations like these were all over the place and I listened with curiosity. I didn't notice that I had slowed down in my pace because of it. Tyler angrily grabbed my hand and pulled me along forcefully with a fake smile on his face so as not to look suspicious.

"The wolf princes, yes. There's a low chance. The moon goddess has paired them with almost anyone. Betas included." "But the Lycan prince?" She lifted a brow. "That's pretty much impossible." "Dominant Lycans don't get mated to just anyone," she continued. "And technically speaking, why should they?" "We need that stability," Annabelle added calmly. "That hierarchy. That bloodline has to remain pristine. It's sacred." "Exactly," Mirabelle agreed. "The goddess is wise. She wouldn't pair the future leader of the shifter world with someone whose bloodline could weaken his offspring."

A guttural groan ripped from my throat as pleasure slammed through me my cum spilling over my fist, hot and thick. Marcus waited. Unmoved. Not bothering to fake being embarrassed at the sight of me jerking my cock or cumming either. I exhaled harshly, chest heaving, licking the remnants of pleasure off my lips before lazily grabbing a handkerchief from the desk. Wiping myself off as if nothing had happened. "Talk."Marcus took a single step forward, his tone unreadable. “The Lycans are planning a raid." The fire in my veins reignited—but this time, it was fury.

Myrrh’s mewls ended. Then his little beads of eyes came alive again. But this time around, they were beads of red. The pup was growling like a wild beast. “No!” Aeryl screamed, horrified. She looked at the prince, frantic for a solution. But…. His aura went flush into the growling pup…. His lycan essence was spilling into the little animal's body. Aeryl flung herself at the lycan prince, fists slamming into his chest.

“Baby, it’s a special day for us. I don’t want any bloodshed tonight. And most importantly, even though she is a weak, she is great at being a servant. Let’s punish her that way.” “Oh Rex, you are so kind… Okay, I agree to let her live. On one condition, I think there’s another way we can use her. And that’s the best. Let her be the serve Lycans as S*x slave. My father is going to the Lycan palace tomorrow for future cooperation between us, she could be one of the gifts… Or else she must die…” A shiver ran through my spine as I heard her. Death could be much better than what she suggested. Before, I could say something, I heard him say,

Selene’s gaze sharpens, slicing through me. “And now she has the Lycan King. Power beside power.” A slow smile creeps across her lips. “Do you finally understand your mistake?” I clench my fists so hard my nails cut skin. “I thought it was just a mate bond pull, Then tell me how to stop her.” Selene stops circling. Steps in front of me. Looks into my eyes with ancient, merciless calm. And speaks the prophecy like a verdict: “Your mate will rise above you unless you bind her again.”

"He's my mate. Do you still need love if our lives depend on each other?" "Mate?!" Ive repeated in surprise. "Are you kidding?" Cia looked displeased with Ive's words. "Have you ever seen me that intimate with a boy?" This all makes no sense. Morgan and Ive could clearly smell the woods in Zeno's proximity. They knew that the man was not an ordinary human, but they were very reluctant to ask Cia this. Never mind them, Cia is confused by the destiny that Hecate has given her. However, having a Lycan mate is not that bad. Zeno has a gentle demeanor and his gaze seems to drown Cia time and time again.

Sanders' jaw clenches but he gives me a curt nod and opens the gate. "Be my guest," I say as I gesture outside. "But think about it, you saw how my brothers and sisters are capable of back at the throne room. You saw how they treat their sla...the Lycans." Casimir's jaw tightens. He knows what I'm saying is true. No Lycan has ever escaped the capital and lived to tell the tale. And given who I am, given my family's reputation, there would be no mercy for a runaway slave.

She asked me. That word hit me hard that I felt like pouncing on her but then I knew she said the truth. I was first a slave before I was mated to the Lycan King. Aleksander didn't even say if he accepted me or not, I just gave my body to him. "Just because you are allowed to share a room with Alek doesn't make you important. A slave will always be a slave no matter how adorned she is" Victoria said and with that, she walked away.

"In this land, Slaves are usually a whore. They are expected to be a tool to satiate the lust of Lycans without mates during the red moon. But, over time, many buy slaves to be pure sex slaves, and they are tortured. Most slaves are weak Lycan or ones who can't shift to their wolf form. And most of the time, masters exchange their slaves with each other." I sensed her body turned stiff after hearing my last sentence. So, I looked up to see her and stroked her swollen cheek. "You have nothing to worry about. You are not my slave." "But The King wants me." She said with a whispering tone. "I won't let him have you. We lycans are extremely possessive creatures of our mate. So you won't be getti