Bridget Marie The Lycan King's Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kate said, nodding slowly before falling silent. She wasn’t a child. She understood already, and she knew how overwhelming it could be to learn you were the Lycan King’s mate. "How long did it take him to mark them?" I asked. Kate’s eyes widened before she spoke. "It… it’s actually a sacred topic, and my knowledge is limited. But if you want me to help you, my lady, then answer me plainly...Is the Lycan King your mate?" "Yes," I said without flinching. If I turned down her help, who else could I go to?

Scarlett’s POV Elara's question hung in the air, her surprise evident on her face. I nodded, confirming her assumption. "Yes, Elara. I am the wife of Marco, the Lycan King." She gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mix of awe and reverence. "The Lycan Kingdom... It is the second most feared kingdom, known for its power and might. To think that you are the queen, that you have faced such trials... I am honored to have you here in my humble abode."

Daniel's voice sounded nervous, as if talking about that king made him feel weak. There was a moment of silence, until Willy's voice was heard again. "Yes, the man may be powerful, but he still has his Lycan side, and like everyone else, he has a bond. Besides, his mate is now in the Lycan kingdom, so he knows that any enemy would attack her to control him," said Willy. As soon as I heard that, my eyes widened. The only known blue-blooded Lycan king was Bradley, and his mate is Chloe!

She turns me around, slides her hand on my cheek and whispers. “Don’t give up yet, Izzy. I contacted the new Lycan King. He is coming Izzy, he is coming to save us… Please hold on just a little longer…” My heart seems to miss a beat and something stirs within my head when Kyria mentions the new Lycan King and that he is coming, but I don’t think I have that long left within me. Kyria snaps her head toward the door, leans over and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before turning me back around and then she disappears. My heart sinks as I hear his voice.

This is definitely the most correct decision you have ever made. "Are you all crazy?" My father whispered angrily, "Do you think the Prince of Lyon will give up his partner?" Leon Logan is the one cursed by the witch, and only a mate can save him! Wherever we hid, the Prince of Lyons would send after us. Even the entire Moore family would be implicated! I ask you two women to think carefully about the consequences before deciding!"

She says mockingly. "Since you're so dumb and not quite knowledgeable, let me introduce myself. My name is Ruby, betrothed to Valerian, the next in line to be the Alpha King. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." She introduces herself, twirling a piece of red hair between her fingers. My face was frozen in shock, as I fought to make sense of what I had heard. Betrothed? Fiancee? Were they set to get married? Valerian never for once said anything about that. Not that we have sat down and had a heart-to-heart.

They were more difficult than she had anticipated. Especially the insufferable beta, Maverick Montgomery. Why couldn't he be stupid and blindly trusting? It would have made this whole mission so much easier. "Ugh!" Sophie groaned as she punched the bed she lay on over and over again till her fists tired out. At that moment, some movement outside her window caught her eye. Denzel, the Lycan King, the annoyingly handsome Maverick, and two others whom she couldn't place were leading someone whom she felt she should know but couldn't find any memory associated with him.

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

When he spoke, his words were not only for the present, but for the future. “The Guardians always watch. We care nothing for bloodlines, but only for who can bear the weight of the crown.” His gaze swept the room, every eye fixed on him. “In our sight, Nyra is not only the king’s mate. She is the Luna of the Lycán Empire. And we will kneel to her, if need be.”

“I’m just trying to get a clearer picture of our Luna. That’s all. Thanks, Marcus.” He stands with me as I move towards the door. As I step over the threshold, he offers a small, genuine smile and says, “Don’t be a stranger now.” I return the smile with a nod. “I won’t.” Then I turn and head down the steps of his porch, the sound of the door clicking shut behind me. My boots echo softly on the ground as I walk, mind turning over everything Marcus said. Freya. The former Lycan King. It was just a few breadcrumbs, but maybe enough to start connecting dots. I cross the threshold of the pack house once more, a little more certain that the answers I need are getting closer.