Lycan King's Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

I’m cut off. “The Lycan king is only using you for his Mistress. He has a mate also. You mean nothing to him. So get this idea of a savior out of your head. You are nothing but the concubine to Alpha Leopold. It is time you came back and made this all right.” I hold my head in sorrow. What does he mean that the Lycan king has a mate? This can’t be happening again. I refuse to be used again. “Her name is Katarina. She is the next queen. It will never be you. So come back and fix this.” He looks me in the eyes. Pleading for the first time ever. “Please Kemira. It’s so bad there now. We need you.”

Pink basil Vasilio closed his eyes as he received the information. So, Cia is the partner of the lycan. The Lycan that day ravaged the contents of the cauldron. Lycan, who had a fierce stare at him that day. Vasilio even still remembers the incident clearly. So, when the lycan was looking for his wife, it was... Cia? This destiny is extraordinary. "Do you think I can snatch it?" Vasilio asked Aro—his confidant.

The fact that I had found my mate and confirmed that I had a mate was still very shocking for me because it was the last I’d have ever expected. After years of being Murad’s prisoner, and now his pet, I never thought that I would be lucky enough to ever meet my soulmate. I had always just thought I wasn’t destined to have one and that even if I did, I’d never get to meet him but the fact I did and that he was a Lycan king was even more shocking to me. My eyes darted around the room, my heart racing as I caught another glimpse of Kavan. I wanted to take another look at him, to see him up close and personal, but I couldn't risk the wrath of Murad.

"What else did he say?" "He wanted to hurt me because he hated you, but I told him that I'm not your love and this was a forced marriage. I think he lost interest after that," I said casually, smiling sarcastically at him. I was still angry that he ditched me for Sadie's fake-sick act and let me go with Kane. Ronan's gaze narrowed at me. He was taking in deep, long breaths. "The lycan king does have a lot of enemies. I guess it's a good thing that he's not in love with you. You did well to say that, or his enemy could have killed you," Summer frowned.

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."

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

If offspring were rare in the Lycan world, grandkin were even more so. “For once, it’s not the King who troubles me,” I admitted, though King Zavan certainly managed well enough to stay adjacent. “He has another personal handmaiden, named Paige.” “Ah, jealousy.” “I am not jealous!” I protested. “She consumes my days with menial labor, all of them being her own responsibilities. Now she directly threatens my well-being. It’s no trivial jealousy.” Meymey only laughed. “Peace, child. I had meant Paige– it does not surprise me that the presence of the King’s true mate threatens her so.”

I was sure that he would never judge her—my mate, I mean. "I need to see and talk to her. But I didn't want to shock her. She had just been challenged, and knowing I was her mate the second time around might confuse and scare her. I needed to be careful when approaching her." "I agree; she may not like to have a second chance mate, after what happened, especially when you're a Lycan King," he replied, and I growled at him. "I was just trying to think of any possibilities so you would know what you would do, just in case."

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.