Romans & histoires Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

"You need a beard cut." "Well, what if I told you Mummy likes my beard?" "Mommy!" Emerald called out, her green eyes growing wide. "Tell Daddy to cut off his beard, his cheeks are all scratchy!" Chesca just laughed. No time soon would she tell Kaiden to shave. She loved the handsome five-day shadow on his face, and it made him look rugged and masculine. And especially, intimidating to other shewolves who might spare her Alpha mate a glance. Chesca was feeling even more possessive and jealous with all the pregnancy hormones flooding her system. "Why don't we find your teddy, hey Em? Did you ask Savannah were he is?"

"Gabriel was in a bad mood. Did you see the marks on his neck this morning? Venessa must have had quite a night." "Well, she’s earned it," Marina said, snapping a stray thread off her handkerchief. "She’s the only one who can keep him satisfied for now. I heard the Elders are just waiting for the Warrior Selection to finish so they can announce their formal union." "It makes sense," Tinsley added. "He hates fated mate bonds," Calla whispered. "My brother is a guard, and he once heard the Alpha saying that fated mates are for weak wolves who cannot choose for themselves. He’d rather sleep with mistresses and ready females than get a mate."

" Julius slumped back into his chair. Floiria was a land where only the strongest survived. Hence, many beastmen preferred living with humans, who prohibited mindless slaughter. If beastmen wanted to enter a human kingdom, they needed to register their information and obtain the authorities' approval. It wasn't an easy process. If they were sent back to Floiria, it would be almost impossible for them to return.

“In the Beast Realm, you may choose one of two paths. A Warrior Female will gain strength, claws, speed, and the power to hunt. A Blessed Female will gain rare fertility and a scent that attracts powerful males.” Before the Beast God could say more, Selene stepped forward. “I choose Blessed Female.” Her voice was almost eager. “And I want Theron, Darius, and Lucan as my mates.” The Beast God lowered its golden eyes. “Once fate is carved, it cannot be undone.” “I won’t regret it.” Selene turned to me with a smile I knew too well. “Sister, this time, the Queen Consort’s seat belongs to me.” Then she pointed toward the other side of the platform.

It was pressure behind my eyes, heat under my breastbone, the slow hungry voice of the beast I had been trying not to become for nine hundred years. I opened my hand and looked at the knife on the table. It had been used twice this week already. Once on my forearm, once across my own ribs.The pain was the only thing that still worked. Soon the curse would have me completely. What remained would be a beast no chain could hold. Unless I found her. The girl who could stand in dragonfire and not burn. The true queen. I had stopped believing she existed sometime in the last hundred years. I conducted these selections out of duty now, because the law required it, and because my chamberlain looked

“Then perhaps I should remain until I am educated.” Halrem stared at him while across the table Chancellor Edrin looked spiritually absent from the mortal world entirely. Somehow the banquet continued, though no one would later remember the final courses because conversation had become impossible beneath the enormous glittering weight of one undeniable truth... the Beast Emperor was not subtly intrigued. He was openly pursuing their empress in front of the civilized world. When the final musicians began to play and the nobles rose to withdraw, Halrem stood with perfect composure and turned to leave. Draevor immediately fell into step beside her.

My mother looked at my father in disbelief. "It is truly the only way to save our family from exile. We don't have a choice." My father said, his voice ringing with finality. **** "Do you Keira Vale take Callum Wolfe as your mate and Alpha. Do you accept to be his Luna and lead this pack alongside him?" The eldest member of the council, who was officiating the ceremony asked. "I do." I replied as my heart beat loudly in my chest. I could feel his eyes on me. The Lycan King's stare bore into me from his place on the wheelchair but I didn't dare look at him.

It didn't matter if she was the prettiest thing he'd set his eyes on for so long. Beasts, he told himself, were untethered – no mates, no souls, no conscience. They roamed the dark, solitary creatures. Yet, deep down, a conflict raged within him. The inexplicable connection to this female wolf challenges his understanding of his nature. The memories and feelings stirred something he wished to bury.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

What's more, beastmen grew faster than normal humans before ultimately stopping growing old once they reached a certain age. They would stay at their peak until the day they died. That's why beast-kin were also called warbeast in the past. Setsuna, hearing this question, clenched her teeth before saying, "I want to become strong. I want to become so strong that I will be able to crush my uncle. But, but, I don't know how. He is a blessed." From what Setsuna knew, blessed people were simply too different. It wasn't just a question of talent.