Fated For My Lycan King Novels & Stories

She’d paced inside me for days, snarling that Tyler wasn’t even my mate, that he was just the son of a beta, that she was tired of waiting around like an unwanted toy. But I’d known Tyler since we were children. And even though we weren’t mates, I still loved him. Ash and I just had to be patient while he worked to start his career. Besides, tonight would be different. Tonight, I would spend the entire evening with Tyler at our pack’s banquet for the Lycan King! My father had told me the Lycan King was visiting to strengthen trading bonds with our pack. However, the maids whispered he was visiting for another reason: to find his second chance mate.

“Give it an intense thought, don't get carried away by the selfish Lycan. We have to go home. Both of us with Adrian...’’ “He needs me.’’ I cut in. ‘‘What?’’ ‘‘Cyril. Aside the fact that we are mates…..’’ “Can you not mention it?’’ He interrupted. Drawing in a deep breath, I continued. “There's a curse on the lycan kingdom. A curse on their male breeds. Apparently, I'm the only way to relieving the curse.’’ ‘‘Wh…what are you… talking about?’’ Exactly what you think. As the Lycan king's mate, I'm expected to serve the course. It's my destiny….’’ “I don't understand a word of what you're blabbering about!’’ Thompson yelled. “Well that's the problem. You never understand me and you neve care to

I asked. The Lycan King didn’t reply immediately. “I don’t know.” He said. I was taken aback by his honesty. “Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe in that moment,” he lifted his eyes to look at me again, “I was attracted to you more than the fact that you annoy me and I just want to kill you and get rid of you.” I swallowed. “Or,” he shrugged, “maybe it was the mate bond pulling at the both of us. I guess we’ll never know. But, you kissed me back, didn’t you?”

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

Every inch of him screamed royalty. “Your Majesty, please wait!” another man panted behind him. My brain short-circuited. No… no no no. The Lycan King?! I was so screwed. He turned his gaze to me—and I nearly collapsed. His eyes were fire and judgment. His pheromones hit me like a shockwave—burnt wood and camphor. Dangerous, smoky, intoxicating. I shrank back, panic rising in my throat. And then it hit me. That overwhelming, blissful pull.

His red eyes just showing how angry he is. “Aida is part of the Lycan Royal Family now. If you attack her, you are attacking your King!” His arms start to sprout fur and his nails elongate into claws around Saskia’s wolf’s neck. I can smell her blood from his claws puncturing her wolf’s skin.

I said to him again, raising my voice. He turned his venomous eyes at me and for a second it flashed golden revealing his Lycan eyes. "And who are you to tell me what to do?" He demanded. "I'm Ashlyn Ambrosia, daughter of Khalid Ambrosia, the vampire king." I said to him in defiance. "Last time I remembered, you're nothing but my mistress here and your father practically sold you for his own selfish reasons." He replied with a sneer. That almost made me break down as it pierced me deeply. He triggered my worst pain.

It quite absurd to think like this, like a fucking asshole! But what did you expect from a man like myself? She was the first thing I have ever cared about and to let go was what I see impossible. I was already drawn into the mate bond because of her love towards me. I was fucking love sick and that should scare me a little bit but I wasn't least worried. Fucking my Luna who was the Lycan King's queen and the entire Lycan race was more dangerouse than killing an entire pack of infected rogues. I pulled the stick of cigar from my mouth and let the smoke run out as it surrounds like burning flames.

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.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”