Romans & histoires Fated To The Lycan Beast

But what he didn't know was that Darach didn't have any mate to make proud. When a Lycan's other half borns he can feel it deep in his bones that someone's there for him to protect and provide. Like every lycan Darach felt when she was born. Like a lovesick puppy, he went to an Oracle. It's hard to find one and they are bat shit crazy but he found one only for her to tell Darach that his mate's death. Dead before he had a chance to know her. . . I'm blessed that I didn't meet her before she died. Because in my kind once a lycan meets his soulmate he's bound to her. He can't bed another because his beast won't let him get hard for anyone other than his mate just like Connor...

“Always providing solutions when there were none. Always guiding them when they were desperate. They trusted me.” My heart thundered painfully. She straightened, her voice turning smug. “If only they knew,” she said softly, “that I was the one who made their son’s beast uncontrollable.” Everything inside me stopped. “What?” I breathed. Her smile deepened, delighted by my shock. “Their little boy,” she said. “Born with one of the most powerful beasts to ever exist—a Lycan. A beast powerful, indestructible. A blessing most would kill for.”

He reached down and grabbed my hand, gently bringing it to his lips. “I – I don’t understand,” I said. “It’s not uncommon in Lycans,” he explained. “As you know, Valen and I were already mated once. For our kind, the death of a mate is soul-rending; we rarely recover from the loss.” I searched his eyes. He spoke so matter-of-factly, I’d have thought he was listing off what he’d had for breakfast.

he growled. The shadow creature laughed a deep, echoing sound that made the forest tremble. “She already belongs to destiny, Lycan King.” My heart skipped. Lycan King. The words settled heavily in the air. I looked at Theodore, confusion swirling inside me, but there was no time to ask. The shadow lunged again, faster than thought itself. Instinct took over. Silver energy erupted from my hands, brighter than ever before. It didn’t feel wild anymore it felt alive, listening to me, obeying me.

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.”

I clench my fists tight, finding myself trapped in a battle with my own wolf as she started fighting me for control. "You don't know him as much as I do. He's always had something in mind when it comes to women. Always looking for something to satisfy his beast." At that point, my body stiffens. I knit my brows together, while staring at Diana with a confused look. "Oh, you don't know? All lycans have what we call, 'beasts'. Our beasts are a lycan's true full form, but for Alex, he has both. A wolf and a beast. Beasts have far higher sex drive than wolves, even alphas. In order to satisfy a lycan's beast, a lycan needs to sleep with not just one, but at least ten different females in his lif

There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot

he replied calmly. Peter said all the words that were running through my mind as he tried to calm me down. "The rogue Lycan didn't kill them; it turned them into one of its own kind. They are now part of the pack, forever cursed to roam the night as bloodthirsty creatures." The realization sent a chill down my spine as I struggled to comprehend the horror that awaited us.

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?”

Antares and Lyra, stars that guided three planets to remain in orbit around me. I am not a wolfless. I am a lycan with special abilities and fate. And this is my fate.