Romans & histoires A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes

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

“No! You’ve got the wrong person. I didn’t kill any female Lycan. I didn’t do it. Please let me go!” “You didn’t kill a female Lycan, but you killed an omega from the queen’s pack. She was a she-wolf from the queen’s pack. She was a slave and my precious mate!” I remembered it now. I killed a clumsy slave who spilled tea on my beautiful dress. “She spilled tea on my beautiful ball gown, and she deserved to die. Is that the reason why you want to kill me? For her? Because of a lowly slave? You deserve someone better. I will help you find a good girl for you as your mate. I promise you.”

the Lycan Prince uttered through his gritted teeth because he knew the pain he was feeling at that moment and the way it was writhing for his mate, the worst inside him would end up harming her brutally, especially when she was just a human with no supernatural powers. “Keep her away from me until the very first ray of the dawn,” he warned Nero by peering at him with her burning crimson eyes. Nero reluctantly nodded his head because he knew this night was rather going to break the Lycan's Prince's Curse or it was going to end his life completely if he would continue to keep himself away from his mate, Anisia, who had already started getting that strange feeling of something was about to happ

•KILLIAN• ------- Revenge, that was what I lived for, to get revenge on the family who hurt my mother, the wolves who had thought they succeeded in killing me to earn my inheritance, The Goldcrest pack, for years, I have been trying to get my way into that pack and have my revenge on their alpha leader, the thoughts of my revenge filled my head till it ached, “ Killian!” My friend Deon calls to me as I turn to the Lycan male, yes we were Lycan, not werewolves, we had full control over our minds and instincts and were not feral like the werewolves, “what the hell is on your mind man?” He asks me through his headphones. We were flying a helicopter to the private island owned by a female, peopl

I looked to the west and a sigh escaped my lips, the sun was setting and that meant that slaves were going to have a rest after an exhausting day. We gathered together because Prince Luciano wanted to talk to us, we were about one thousand slaves in total. Slaves were forbidden from mating with Lycans, if they find out that a slave and a Lycan had a secret affair, the slave would be killed and the Lycan taken to the dungeon. "I have decided to give you all a day off tomorrow. You'll come back to work the day after tomorrow."The prince said and all the slaves gasped because they couldn't believe that the prince was capable of giving them a day off.

"I was going to treat you well, make you my Luna. But no, you want to play games. Fine! From now on, you're going to be my slave. I'll mark you anyway, lock you in a dark room where you can't escape. Your life will be worse than an Omega’s. You’ll have to crawl to me if you want to live. You'll have to beg!" I could barely see through the blood and rain running down my face, but I knew there was no reasoning with him anymore. This was it. "You can’t do this," I rasped, spitting mud from my mouth. "You try to mark the Lycan prince’s mate against her will, and he’ll kill you. And your whole family too. You’re committing a crime, Robert!" “Are you threatening me?” he growled, eyes wide with fur

His impassive expression intensified my worry. I stood up in front while he wore his eyeglasses and started asking me questions.”Now, Lady Carrie. Can you tell me how Silverfang was founded?” I swallowed my saliva before starting to narrate the pack’s history. “In the year 1108, Prince Aldo de Gilgamesh, the heir to the Lycan throne, discovered his mate, Lyanna Caramelo. He saw her by the river, filling a jar with water. At that very moment, he knew she was the mate bestowed upon him by the moon goddess. That night, the Lycan prince marked her as his own and made a promise to return to Lycaon to marry her.”

There's the word again, why did they keep mentioning it? "I thought it was impossible to reject your mate in the Lycan kingdom. Won't the rejected die and something?" I asked. Tasha and Dania shared amused looks. " What? Where did you hear that? There's no such thing, the rejected mates will feel instant pain like they are dying and they might be sick for a while but then they are fine." Dania asked.