Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate 소설 & 이야기

She felt the head hit the back of her throat but didn’t stop; it only made her wetter, the gagging sounds reverberating through the room. Alexei brought his hand to her hair, gripping the strands as he watched. “That’s it…” he groaned. “That’s it, solnyshko. Look at me. I want to see those eyes while you suck me.” She raised her eyes, and what she saw made her shiver. His pupils were dilated, his irises sparking with golden flashes. The Lycan was at the surface. Teeth clenched, his expression somewhere between ecstasy and agony. “She is ours.” The mental voice came more animalistic, more possessive. “Our mate. Our mouth. Our gagging sounds.”

Skylar and Asher continued to see each other in secret, their love for each other grew stronger with each passing day. one day, they let their guard down and acted recklessly. They had been walking in the woods, enjoying each other's company, when suddenly they were ambushed by a group of lycans. The lycans were members of Asher's pack. The "Darkfire". When Asher saw them, he pulled Skylar behind him, "You know who I am, and you dare attack me?" he growled. They didn't move or seem to want to retreat. so he transformed and then they attacked him.

I thought as I gulped in fear as he stared at me. He glared angrily at me and he looked like he wanted to devour me at that moment. "Ly..Lycan.." I managed to say as I brought down my eyes in fear. I didn't hear anything else as I looked up to see he was gone. "How can he be my mate?" I asked myself. I turned to see the peering eyes of people on me. "Someone who killed my entire family.." I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was as if my heart was pricked by a needle. Why does the mood goddess hate me so much? First she let all my family die in the hands of that ruthless Lycan king and now she made that same Lycan king my mate.

I scowled at him, I hope he didn't take me for a fool because he would be making a big mistake. "That was werewolf heat, you've been mated with a lycan. When lycans go into heat, they nearly go mad and only the touch, smell, and taste of their mate can calm them done. My little rainstorm, if you don't stay with me, you're going to experience excruciating pain during heat." The laughter died in his voice and turned serious. I looked into his eyes to see if he was lying but he wasn't. I sighed resigned to my fate, " Let's go to our room then."

The mark of the mate can be overpowered by another mate depending upon the intensity and connection a lycan can have with another male. I always saw that happen in my village. If I am the woman he’s talking about, then he can easily do that to me and I would be free from Zuleik finally. But the joy I am expecting to see in his eyes did not happen. Instead, I saw sadness and fear in them. “We are karmic mates. We love each other. We yearn for each other.” “But?” I asked in anticipation when he did not finish his sentence. “But we also naturally reject each other as mates. That’s the curse between us, Alana.”

All Ulaya could hope for was that Liza came through for her and she could somehow break this horrible curse that was causing emotions she wouldn't otherwise have. She stood from the bed walking over to the damn door unlocking it so she didn't have to hear his loud obnoxious mouth complaining when he came back later, and that nosey asshole would come back. She wished she could hate these two sons of bitches, but nomatter what they did she couldn't bring herself to feel that way about them and it was nothing but torture to be forced by a lycan mate bond. It was pure hell knowing you were stuck with the same species that had ended your parents.

Same as a cursed werewolf, a Lycan's bite is a killer bite for a vampire, the saliva of a Lycan is a venom that has no cure when it comes to vampires. 3) The mate bond : In the werewolves world, mates are for life. Each and everyone has a mate (a destined soulmate). A werewolf might find its mate when he turns 16 years old, if not it may take forever. But whenever a werewolf finds its own mate, they fall instantly, both in love. Rejecting your mate means rejecting your destiny, and as a result, it causes eternal misery for both males and females. A mate can be either werewolf or Lycan or a human. Accepting the mate pull can be only by :

“Don’t waste my time. If you have something to say, spit it out.” “You’re always so serious,” Olivine sighed dramatically. “No fun at all.” Then he suddenly gripped my jaw, tilting my face upward. Pain jolted through my chin as he forced me to meet Visaris’s gaze. “This girl right here is a witch,” he hissed, “because not only is it nearly unheard of for Lycans to feel a mate bond, it is virtually impossible for two Lycans to have the same mate.” He narrowed his eyes, voice now dripping with venom.

"The curse—it can be broken. But it has rules. Ancient ones." "Let me guess. Blood, sacrifice and moonlight sex ritual." He didn’t smile. "A true mate. A bond strong enough to keep the lycan under control." My throat went dry. "You know who my mate is?" His eyes searched mine. "I think I do." I swallowed. "Say it." He didn’t. But he didn’t look away.

Every Lycan who has found their mate has it and it only gets brighter as they mark and mate with their chosen. His anger softened when he saw the tears glimmering in his mother’s eyes. “Oh, my dear Bryan…” His mother reached her hands up and he took them, squeezing them lightly. Everyone back in the Ortiz Kingdom had been worried that their future king didn’t have a mate since in the Lycan age, He’d spent a century looking for a mate. “You have to break the fetters of the mate bond,” Edric growled, “That’s the only way to win the war.”