A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes Novels & Stories

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."

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.

he asked, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. Mason shook his head, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation. “No, I don’t. What the hell is going on?” “I’m a Lycan, a creature of pure energy, bound by ancient laws,” Ste-phen explained, his voice echoing with a raw, untamed power. “And you, Mason, are my mate. You’re the only one who can contain my power, the only one who can keep me from losing control.” Mason stared at him, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal guy. I can’t control anything.”

“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

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.