Novel & Cerita Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate

"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.”

I tried to reach my mate through the bars, I never thought in a million years I would ever have a mate, but I did. My Lycan wanted to rip Visux apart and save our mate. She was beautiful and strong even for her small size. I didn’t care that I had to share her as long as she lived.

But the room was vast, filled with towering shelves of ancient texts, scrolls, and records of the kingdom’s history. If there were answers about the mate bond, about why she was changing… they would be here. She ran her fingers along the spines of old books, scanning the titles. Most were written in the old tongue—Lycan script, which she could barely decipher. She frowned, pulling down a thick, dust-covered tome. The moment she opened it, the scent of aged parchment filled the air. She flipped through the pages, skimming the old inked words. "The bond between Lycan and mate is sacred, written in blood and soul. To reject it is to suffer. To embrace it is to be transformed."

The mate bond, an unbreakable tether, pulsed with the synchrony of their shared strength. Chastity, amidst the chaotic dance of shadows, locked eyes with Dylan. The moonlight reflected in her determined gaze as she tapped into the primal reservoirs of Lycan power. With a surge of strength, she met Dylan's dark tendrils with a forceful counterattack, shattering the ethereal restraints that sought to bind her.

Her teary eyes got bigger the moment she found out that it was Finn who spoke so coldly to her. It's like the moment he found her mate, she was nobody to him. He didn't want her anymore. Alysa gulped down her sadness and broken heart. She nodded and bowed, trying not to let any tears out of her eyes. This was the consequence when you dating with unmated male or female. Once they find their mate, they can never avoid or resist the mate bond, this especially happens around Lycans and werewolves. Lycans were ancient creatures. They were the purest of their kind. Mate bond is sacred and none of them can resist it.

I couldn’t guess. I was dressed as an omega, and to say I was his bitch would have everyone laughing in his face. “And if they don’t believe me,” I went on, “I’ll show them your mark on my neck. The Doyles swore a Lycan’s mating bite glows in the dark. Let’s try that, because we don’t even have the sun up.”

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

My face is jerked back to his, and I whimper as pain pricks the skin he grabs. “I wasn’t done. A Lycan’s soulmate is the most important person in their life. Mates are bestowed before birth by the Goddess herself, and the moment a Lycan sees, scents, or touches them, they know they’re mates,” he explains, brushing a thumb over my cheek. Unlike Ethan’s touch, which makes me tingle with pleasure, this man’s touch makes my skin crawl.

She shook her head and said, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. That woman is not your mate, and you will fulfill the bargain made all those years ago.” He shook his head and said, “That’s impossible, and you know it.” “What do you mean?” Eve asked him. Turning to look at her, Arec said, “Once a Lycan discovers its mate, nothing can break the bond.” He hesitated before adding, “If the mates separate after finding one another, they die.” Before Eve could say anything, his mother asked, “You don’t really believe that claptrap, do you?” “Do you really want to test it out and take the chance of losing one of your sons?” Arec asked.