Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate Novels & Stories

“As if I would ever be with you.” I could feel my chin tremble as tears threatened to surface, but I held back my sobs. "You really have no idea, do you?” he asked. “No idea about what?” I asked. “You are my mate.” I gasped, covering my mouth. “It’s a moot point though,” he said. “I’m officially rejecting you now.” My heart was breaking. Everyone in the Moon Pack, including David, was intent on crushing my spirit. My chest felt like it was caving.

She gasped, her cheeks turning red, as she stared at my bare chest. "Sorry, I didn't take the shorts with me." I said as I walked towards her, and sat on the bed. "Oh, no! It's fine!" She said. I smiled and continued with what I was saying, " when a wolf finds it's mate, most especially a Lycan wolf, they have to mate before the next full moon. It was always said that there was a curse that followed afterwards if they didn't mate." "Curse!? What curse?" She asked and I could basically tell she was scared.

At thirty-four he was nearly as tall as Lucian, though slightly leaner, his presence sharp and alert like a wolf constantly ready for battle. ‎ ‎His hair was dark brown, tied loosely at the back, and a faint scar traced across his jaw—earned during a border war years ago. ‎ ‎Lucian exhaled slowly. ‎ ‎“I don’t even know her name.” ‎ ‎Cigar smirked. ‎ ‎“But you know she’s yours.” ‎ ‎Lucian finally turned. ‎ ‎“Yes.” ‎ ‎The word carried weight. ‎ ‎In werewolf culture, **mates were sacred**. ‎

But Derek was among the many who did not have a mate, and couldn’t know what he didn’t know. Another effect of having a mate was curbing the bloodlust that the Curse had caused to surge in Lycans. If a mate was necessary to tame that violent urge that gripped my wolf, then I would have taken anyone– even a werewolf pup. I peered sidelong at Iris, at how her head lolled and exposed the thin curve of her neck. The way she had taken to letting her mouth run lately, it would seem she too had forgotten the extent of my mercy. My hand circled over the shape of it– Phantom howled at the darkness of my next thought, that it would take so little pressure to end her.

Where are all these misunderstandings coming from? "A Lycan can never be my mate! Moon goddess can never be so cruel to me as to curse me like this!" He could hear the sound of his heart breaking at her words. The fact that she thinks that him being her mate is a curse for her was more than what he could have handled.

He took a deep breath and looked at her with weary eyes. “He promised me life.” Maria looked at him with a raised brow, not quite understanding what he meant. Before she could ask further questions, he continued explaining. “I'm not living past the next blood moon.” Maria gasped at the revelation. He continued. “I've been cursed since I left my pack in Lycanthia. I was born as one of the rare Lycans in my packs. Someone framed me for a crime I didn't commit and my father kicked me out of the pack. I don't have much time Maria. That's why I was overjoyed when I found my mate. At least I get to spend my last days with someone I love.”

The hurdle had begun and wolves had begun to call out to their mates, scents were everywhere and I couldn't forget that vanilla scent that wafted through my nostrils as he approached me. "You're my mate." He stated enthusiastically and everyone clapped at the fact that the Alpha's son had found his mate but I just raised a brow. "I, Brittany Fangs, reject you, Alpha Luian Stone, as my fated mate." I yelled out and gasps filled the room. "What? You barely know me, why would you do that?" He grabbed my wrist in anger and I winced. "I don't want to get mated to a cheat." I yelled at him and he stared at me in confusion.

The handwriting is familiar, bringing relief to me and Joy both as it is the exact page we have been rummaging around for; but why is it in the fire place. I recall the last page we had read together and fill it into the sentence accordingly. “A male Lycan can lose his power if he has sex with a virgin werewolf on the full moon, unless..” I leaned in to read the scrap of paper, entranced with it, “the male Lycan has found his one, promised mate. Lycan’s cannot reject or find another fated—they are trapped at the bond of which their power source will surge forever. Their one true mate.”

Taking a steady breath, he leaned over the bathroom table but could still feel himself shifting. He has heard about this crazy part of the Lycans' mate bond and had thought it was a tad exaggerated. But right then, he understood why he had gotten side glances when he scoffed at the idea of a Lycan having a panic attack when another female scent that was not their mate’s got on them. Aside from the absolute devotion and loyalty between mates, Lycan absolutely hates having other female scents on them. It drives them nearly insane and feral. “Arric?” Eirika called from the door and he jerked his gaze in that direction. Her befuddled gaze caused him to look in the mirror, he had crushed the part

The man whimpered in pain as he further thought, "Lycans are ahead of others for several reasons, one of which is them having Lycans as their mates! Unlike werewolves who can have humans and vampires as their mates, we can only have a Lycan as our mate!" The man felt sadistic on the discovery that Skyla didn't appear to be a Lycan to him, so she couldn't be her mate! In a fit of rage, he slapped his right hand on the ground. Skyla got scared and worried at the same time. She immediately swung her head to her right and grabbing his wrist, she asked, "Hey, what happened, are you okay?" Skyla got panicky when he started shaking his head from left to right and she said, "I am trying, dear! Pleas