Beast King's Crippled Mate Novels & Stories

Miles away from the royal pack... I just got off the phone with Beta Andrew. The King would like for my mate and I to return. Apparently, there are a few young ones that are in need of my mate's guidance. Sounds as if things back home are becoming more and more interesting. Plus, it would be nice to see our pup again. Well... I guess he's not a pup anymore. I turned back around to face my mate as she interrogated our "associate." Another crack then scream was heard. My mate stood above a man that was tied down to a chair, blood leaking from his face and body. My mate's hands glowed with a dark- purplish hue. Her black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and fell down her back. Her slend

I took a deep breath, stepping closer. “We’re mates,” I said, my voice trembling. “You’re my mate.” But Jake didn’t smile. His face twisted into something darker, something cold and unfeeling. “No,” he said, his voice like ice. “That’s impossible.” I froze, my heart plummeting into my stomach. “What… what do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely holding together. Jake’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. “You can’t be my mate. I don’t want someone like you.”

According to the story, male beasts would typically remain at level three unless they broke through to level four, after which they could continue progressing to become powerful figures in the tribe, or even across the beast world. A few days later, Clar sent the two beast husbands into the Dark Forest. When they returned to the tribe, they were battered and bruised, blood covering their bodies. The villainess paid no attention to their injuries and instead snatched the Beast King’s meat from their hands and devoured it greedily. The heroine, Ava, the most beautiful female fox in the tribe, saw this and immediately went to fetch the tribe’s healer to treat their wounds. Ava had always loved

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

She whispers in my ear before letting me go. No sooner has her arms dropped from around me, than the door to the dining room opens, and in steps her beast of a mate. King Mathias. The King of Alphas and the King of Bears. A hulking and intimidating shifter whose silver eyes search out his mate and once landing her and scanning her from head to toe, soften, and he takes her in his arms. I thought Bram was a large bear shifter, he had nothing compared to King Mathias. His hands run over her body, and I assume he is wiping away my scent and recovering her with his. A true representation of the magic of the mate bond. Because all I could see in both of their eyes was pure unrequited love for one

Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. The silence that followed my words felt eternal. Then came his voice, deep and sharp as steel. “Repeat that.” I took a shaky breath, feeling the eyes of everyone present in the room. My legs trembled, but I straightened my shoulders, meeting his icy blue gaze. “I volunteer… to be your mate,” I said again, my voice steady this time. The room erupted. Some people gasped; others burst into laughter. “She’s committing suicide!” “A poor little omega? The king will tear her apart!”

he bowed in acknowledgement A “I want answers” “If it's within my horizon, I can help my Lord” “ I am feeling weak, I haven't felt like this before, do you think there is anything attached to it that I must know” “I noticed too, you look pale my Lord” I nodded patiently waiting for answers “In the ancient world, Alpha Kings are made stronger after they meet their mate, only sharing a space with her gives an Alpha King strength but in your case where you are of age and still ignore your mental, you only get weaker by the second “

It takes several minutes for his screams to fade; all that's left is a torched corpse and the reek of burning flesh. I glance over at the woman. "If you want me to cooperate then I'd really appreciate it if no one else tried to touch my mate," I tell her with a low growl. She purses her lips. "I doubt anyone will try again," she remarks before turning to the remaining guards who didn't even flinch when the man fell. "One of you idiots get rid of his body and make sure everyone understands that no one is to touch the king's mate." She looks back at me with a smile. "Now Jaxon, what can you tell me about the witch queen Syrra?"

"Get me out of here. Gareth is a psycho... Why are you not my mate? Handsome king." The King looked at me, his eyes softening. "I will get you out of here. But you need to hold on a little longer." My senses were slipping away, the Moondrift overpowering my mind. I felt the intense need for him to touch me, to give in to the desires burning inside me. "Such a hero. I want you now." I reached out, caressing his arm and trailing my fingers over his chest, exploring the hard muscles beneath his clothes. "You're so strong and handsome," I murmured, my voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "Why couldn't you be my mate? With those eyes, that jawline... you're perfect."

The slave had shown no remorse, and not only had she disrespected me, she lowered my ego as the Alpha king. “How dare you piece of trash!” Romeo shouted at her and beckoned to two of the guards. They rushed towards my mate and grabbed her by the hands. “Trash!” My mate didn't back down and yelled at Romeo. She struggled against the guards, but all her efforts were futile as she was smaller than the guards and also weak. “You Werewolves are the trash! How dare you all make lives unbearable for the humans, huh! How dare you ruin everything for us!” She raised her leg and kicked in the air. “I am going to kill you,” she glared towards me. There was so much hate in her eyes and if she wasn't my