Lycan King's Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

Dylan’s voice was cold as he ordered me to serve Stephanie. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I straightened my shoulders and met his gaze. Dylan leaned against his desk, arms crossed, a slow smirk stretching across his face. “Ah, Mima. My dear ex-mate.” My stomach churned at his voice. “You were so lucky,” he continued, pushing off the desk and strolling toward me. “To snag the Lycan King as your second mate, huh?” I rolled my eyes. “Get to the point.” His fingers brushed a lock of my hair. I jerked back, disgust twisting my face.

Would they finally, finally love me? But then I snapped back to reality when I heard a thunder roar so loud it was almost like it was right next to me. Me? Mated to a Lycan and the King at that? Impossible. There was no fucking way because they’re right. They were all right. I was a nobody, and I was going to stay that way forever. “Hailey Young, when I find you, you are so fucking dead! Do you hear me?!” I hear her. I wish I don’t, but I do, and that’s how I know that they’re near, and at the edge of a cliff…

Stronger than any wolf I’d ever fought. But I wasn’t a wolf anymore. I was Lycan. Moon-blessed. Mate to a 300-year-old Lycan King. Mother to a Lycan prince. Carrying a Lycan princess. I slammed him into the ground and pinned him, claws at his throat, teeth bared at his jugular. “Yield,” I snarled, Lycan voice rumbling from my chest. He bucked under me, trying to throw me off. “Never! You’re mine!”

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

Freya's Point of View Rosalee’s words echo in my mind. "That he is the Lycan king." Shock still lingers beneath my composed exterior, but beneath that surprise lies something far more potent. Growing excitement about the opportunity presenting itself to me in the form of my daughter. Fate has handed me something I never anticipated, a direct connection to the enemy. The Lycan King is mated to my own daughter, what are the chances? This could be the key to finally dismantling the Lycans from within. With Rosalee on the inside, feeding me vital information, victory could be closer than I ever imagined.

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.

We both wanted a family, and now our dreams were coming true. Thank you once again for finishing this story. Remember this is part of a series. You can read both books separately or in order. That is up to you. The first book is called The Lycan King's Scarred Mate, and if you haven't read it, please do go enjoy it!

They might actually decide to fate you with anybody sir. Caspian glanced up, his eyes narrowing. "I hope they do not. Because I cannot risk having an incapable Luna. Jake looked at him, wild-eyed. Was that the Lycan King talking, I thought he never wanted a Luna Caspian read through his thoughts at once and straightened up. This was not good. He'd almost let his guard down.

A single, heavy word popped into my head, echoing with absolute certainty. Mate. The Lycan King was my FATED MATE!! I couldn't look away from him. His mesmerizing green eyes were like a vibrant, ancient forest, glowing with an intense, hidden power. Combined with his striking white hair and his golden skin, he just looked completely perfect and otherworldly. It felt like the entire universe had narrowed down to just the two of us standing in this tent. Then, he unexpectedly frowned, his brow furrowing as he scanned my small form, and the sudden movement broke the spell.

The contact felt too homely to ruin. A weak smile tugged his lips in response and my waist felt the imprint of his touch. “Years ago, shortly after my enthronement as the Lycan King of this kingdom, I learned that my mate, a human, had been betrothed to another. And cruelly, instead of rejecting our bond, she chose to take my life.” Dayrian shifted his face from me as the bridge between his brows folded. “She couldn’t bear the thought of me living a life without her.”