A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes Novels & Stories

“She... took your mate? Your own sister?” “Yeah.” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head at how insane it sounded. “Not that he was much of a mate to begin with. He was more interested in status than anything else. And Marcy? She was the prize. Of course, he chose her.” Laura stared at me for a moment, like she was trying to process what I’d just said. “That’s... messed up. I mean, I don’t have siblings, but even I know that’s messed up. If I get a mate, it would be horrible to have them taken from me.”

Ryan began, his voice dripping with mock sweetness, “we Lycan Kings have needs, desires that you must meet.” My heart raced, and I stared at them in fear and disbelief. “I thought mates were meant to be cherished, loved,” I whispered, recalling the stories my mother told me of true mates. Nathan chuckled darkly, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “That’s where you’re mistaken,” he said, his voice chillingly calm. “You have the blood of a weak alpha running inside you. Did you think we would accept you as our mate? You are here to fulfill a purpose as our slave. Nothing more.” He explained.

The Royal who slapped her, asks. Annalise raises her head and says, "Last I checked, the nobles and noblesse can have meetings without informing the Royals." Everyone is shocked that she spoke that way to a Royal, but the Royals are not. "Annalise..." "Yes?" "You have something to say to us." "I do." "You may begin." She nods, happy the opportunity came to sooner than she expected. "There is a curse on the lycan who apparently is our vessel's mate."

"But Alpha Silas has invoked the Law of the Old Blood. He claims the female is his true mate. By the laws signed at the dawn of our race, a mate bond supersedes all property claims. A mate cannot be a slave." "A lie!" Kaelen snarled, taking a step forward, his polished boot clicking sharply against the obsidian floor. "She is an Omega stray. My father found her starving on the border when she was a cub. She has no lineage, no status, and no worth. The Moon Goddess would never tie a Lycan King to a piece of broken glass. If she is his mate, let the bond be tested by the Council’s Seer. If the bond is a fraud, Silas forfeits his territory, and the girl faces the rope."

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

“She was Aldric’s mate in the past… and why she’s alive, I don’t understand. She’s not a Lycan. She’s a werewolf.” Eric’s confusion deepened. First, Lucian’s dead brother came back to life. And now, a werewolf who’s lived for centuries? What the fuck is going on? “Blood magic,” Ste-phen muttered, meeting Eric’s gaze. “She could be using blood magic.” “My Alpha!” Both men turned toward the voice, spotting Eric’s Beta running toward them. “We found one of Desdemona ’s minors in the woods. She’s barely alive but breathing. She’s lost a lot of blood—I don’t know how long she can hold on.”

“And about Bianca, you don’t have to worry about her. I will speak to her before I leave. She will come to accept you as Damien’s mate. There’s nothing stronger than the bond between mates.” “…she will get to understand. If she did anything wrong, don’t hate her. We, the Lycan all had our sad stories. There’s a reason that bonds us together as one…” She stared at Damien and then sighed. She pulled me close and placed a soft kiss on my head. She stood up from the bed, and walked out of the room. Damien’s back was against me, and he was putting some steaks on a plate. “Remember when I said you’re no longer a slave and won’t be treated as such again…” Damien said, and I stared at his broad back

Only twins or triplets - whichever the case may be are able to remain strong and alive after being marked by one mate. I really don't know the reason behind her telling me this. Was this supposed to make me feel better? “Sadly it's not.” She sighed. I sigh too, disheartened. “Look at me.” Rowan ordered. And I did as he commanded. “I’ll give you a few hours to sleep over this. Prepare your mind to reject the Lycan and become my mistress.” The seriousness in his voice sent chills down my spine. What the fuck is he talking about?

No matter what, she was still my fated mate and rejecting her would have a counter-effect on both of us. History had it that fated mates were a blessing from the moon goddess, and only people that the moon goddess felt deserved that blessing were granted one. At this moment, I had a feeling that records finally had something they were wrong about. This mate of mine was nothing but a disaster. A weakening disaster And this wasn’t a time that I could let myself be weak. “Okay, Alpha. I’ll gather the men now,” Kain said as he left hurriedly. I rub my temple slightly as I feel a slight headache, one that I have grown familiar with in recent times. No doubt a combination of the news about the wit

Since when we are in our packs, it is just us and our pack members. What started as a good thing soon became the more powerful wolves’ way of getting their fix, and never ending supply of young unmated female wolves. They’ll make the contenders do multiple things that no one apart from the members of the community know, and in the end give a final score. There’s a highest score and the middle and lowest grade. Those with the highest are taken to the lycan’s palace where they serve the lycan prince, those that follow in second are sold to rich shifters, as servants or sex slaves, and those of the lowest grade become breeders. The thing is, you can never know what category you will fall. Only