Romans & histoires Bridget Marie The Lycan King's Mate

“We have no idea what kind of catastrophe she may bring upon this kingdom.” His sharp eyes swept across the room before he continued, “However… our king, Lucien Noctyrr Valecrest, has reached a mature age. Even if fate has decreed that he shall never have a Luna, he is still the Lycan King. The kingdom requires him to have a suitable partner.” A faint smile appeared on his face. “So before we eliminate the half-human woman… we should prepare a wolf worthy enough to stand beside our king.” As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Thorne tilted his head slightly, silently signaling for someone to step forward.

She threw away her empty glass and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the lycan king from a distance. Aphrodite told the pairer, "If she wants to be queen of the Lycans, she'll have to get used to this." Fowol's frown got even worse when she heard what she said, but she didn't say anything else. When she turned around, she saw the Lycan bringing the she-wolf into the tent. She heard an arrow shoot out of a bow next to her, which made her turn around and see Eros shoot an arrow at Lucian. This made the frown on her face even worse.

"I have never shown Camila any form of disrespect, what do you talk about, mother?''He feigned ignorance of her cause. "Son," She drew the chair closer, her prominent almond scent engulfing him. It reminds him of when his mother saw him as her child and not just an instrument to acquire more power. "You know what I mean. Marriage. The blood moon is here and soon, soon, you will need your mate beside you to help you amass more power.`` "I don't want more power, mother." She hissed and reclined back. "Stop talking nonsense, Maximillan. Every King yearns for power. Only a greater power makes you different from every other creature that lurks around us. You are a Lycan for goodness sake!"

" My face lightens up immediately and there is a sparkle of hope and excitement in my eyes upon hearing her words. Damon wanted me to eat with him. That had never happened before! I wondered at the sudden change of heart, knowing too well how much he even hates the sight of me, but all other doubts were subdued by my excitement. I dismissed her and quickly went ahead to get dressed, feeling giddy and happy that I was going to be having dinner with Damon– something he had never agreed to. He was someone who mostly enjoyed his own company and privacy. So It was a really big deal. As I stepped into the courtyard, I took notice of the Omegas and Pack warriors that surrounded the area; going abou

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

Andre and I turned to look at each other and I took a deep breath. “I, Andre, Prince of the Lycan kingdom, accept you, Phillipa, Princess of the Lycan Kingdom, as my mate.” Andre beamed, and my brother looked at me. A huge knot formed in my throat and I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I would have a voice if I spoke up with that huge knot!!

"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on