Novel & Cerita Lycan King's Second Chance Mate

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.

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.”

It was because the people from the palace told her so, and they couldn't wait for me to mark their king and feel even stronger. According to their book, every male Lycan who finds their fated mates will have incredible power because of the fact that their mates never come as often as the wolves. Many were impatient and didn't wait, so they never reached their Lycan powers' full potential. Ever since in their families, Lance and Charles' predecessor took a chosen mate. They were the only ones who found their fated mates, and their power would surely grow. Well, that is according to their book history. "Come on, Sheena, I want to rest now. Clover is really a beast, and my beautiful and sexy bo

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.

He wanted no one but him to establish any closeness with Xylia. He wanted to be dominant, obsessive and possessive while treating her like dirt. The lycan prince was well aware of this and so he would not allow it. He would continue to seize the opportunity to get his revenge. This was, after all, what he had come for. It was just his luck - he was yet to tell if it was good or bad - that he found his mate. Maybe it was bad luck because the lycan king was also a mate. Talk about the Moon Goddess being a creator of mystery and drama. Bringing two of them to share a mate! What a 'nice' plan!

I obeyed without hesitation. He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight nod, he turned to his warriors and ordered, “Leave us.” The warriors exchanged glances but obeyed without question, filing out of the room until we were alone. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. The Lycan King leaned forward, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are my mate,” he said bluntly, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “I am not going to deny that. But I want you to keep it a secret. For now. Is that clear?”

Freya won't be able to know I am hers and I don't know if I would, too, but nevertheless, they somehow knew about us. "What about the scent that I smell in the palace?" I asked, confused. "Then maybe her highness is your second chance mate?" It was possible. Maybe the one from the howlers pack that went to the palace died in the attack which made Freya my second chance. But, is it possible for a lycan like me to find a second chance? It was already close to zero chance of finding my first mate, but I found the second? "Let's not talk about that. Now that we have already found some clues, when are you going to bring her highness to the palace and meet the King?"