Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings Novels & Stories

he said. “I can’t mate her father! She’s an absolute nobody,” I said, getting to my feet and pacing. He shot out of his seat. “You know better than the Goddess do you? You will NOT piss this away. A fated mate! Do you have any idea what that’ll mean? You’ll have the strongest monarchy in the last four hundred years! It’s so insanely rare for a lycan to find their mate you absolutely will not reject her. That is an order,” he said, matter of fact.

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.

she screeched. “The wolfish pig is your mate?”I could hardly believe my ears. The Lycan King just referred to me as his mate. Was this real, or was he doing this just because he pitied me? I peeked up from beneath my lashes, taking in the horrified faces in the room.

When he threatened to kill her mate, they fled. Oh my god, this Lycan was such an asshole. He didn’t care about his daughter’s feelings at all. He just wanted things to be the way he wanted. No matter the cost. I am a bit furious with this king. And maybe I should stop reading. But I want to know more. I read small notes that seem to have been collected from others Lycans. Some of them are arrogant, mostly wealthy men who think that the laws are perfect. And one says he had two girls and his mate. One he had taken by force because she was such beautiful rest only he should have her. Another note from him said that his favorite girl had killed herself.

Finding out that Liam was my mate was probably the worst experience of my life, although finding out the Lycan king was my second chance mate turned out to be a close second. “I came here because of werewolves like you.” He broke the silence and I frowned. What did he mean by that?! Did he come here because of rogues? Females being kicked out of their packs?! What the hell did I do that was so horrific that the Lycan king felt he had to take everyone prisoner?! When I didn’t say anything, he continued.

“Well… it’s like I said before, I’d like you close to me so that I can keep you safe. I realised earlier on that we’d all caused a huge scene in front of many curious eyes. I don’t need to tell you that not every one of my subjects is a fan of me or the other Lycan Kings and Queens. I’m afraid that you being my mate has put a target on your back now as well. Wolfsbane would love nothing more than to abuse our weaknesses and if they had you, they’d have my greatest weakness yet.” I tilted my head at him and stayed silent as I thought about what he’d said. He was right. For years the resistance- a group of humans known as “Wolfsbane” who were feverishly against humans being servants to Lycans-

"Do you want to slightly defy his timeline, or do you want him to literally take out your heads and execute you on the spot because you dared to mishandle his Luna?" The two guards stood completely frozen, their chests heaving as they looked at each other in total, paralyzing fear. They knew exactly how possessive and brutal a Lycan King could be when it came to his mate, regardless of whatever arguments they were having. Realizing they were completely trapped in a losing battle, they simultaneously turned on their heels, kept their mouths shut, and hurried out of the bedroom, slamming the heavy door shut behind them.

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

“No.” “You can’t keep running from what we are.” “I already told you I don’t accept it.” “But you won’t reject it either,” he said. “Deep down, you actually want it.” “No!” “Yes,” he said. “And you can’t keep lying to yourself.” He pulled away and left the bathroom. I stayed there for a moment, leaning against the sink, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. I had kept a big secret from my family. For a week, I hadn’t told them I had found my mate—and that mate was… the king! The lycan king! Would they even accept that?

I ran away and hid for five years and to finally get an answer to all my questions. The young boy that would always appear in my dreams experienced something that turned his heart to stone. He lost a loved one and because of that; he became the candidate for the Lycan King’s throne. The day he became the Lycan King, he started to punish the race of the person who killed his brother; witches. He loathed them so much that he bathed in their blood.