Lycan King's Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

“Until you prove your loyalty to me, that will be the time I will accept you as the queen. I do not want a weakling as my mate.” Bastard. The Lycan King should have said he would reject me. It would be faster that way. And by that time, I would have no difficulty killing him in the process if I found out he had something to do with Sabrina's disappearance. Why was I paired with the Lycan King again? “Being mates is not like that. We will accept each other without conditions. You will accept me for who I am,” I explained. “I can make my own rules. I am the Lycan king.”

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

As she was unmated, every unmated Man and Woman was invited to the Lycan King’s palace so that they could find their mate. After getting ready they left for Lycan King’s place. His whole family was there already. He was late for work. As soon as he entered the ballroom, he felt his mate there. So he started to look for her. But he froze in his place when he realized who his mate was. She was the daughter of his Rival. Their enemy pack’s Alpha's daughter. Maeve Morningstar. She smirked at him as she also realized who her Mate was. “Hello, Mate.” She waved her hand at him with a wicked smile. And he also smiled.

Everything about her was, I didn’t expect I would ever get a second chance mate, and even if I did imagine it. It was never someone so young. Viola was probably eighteen or nineteen and was mated to an old man, the King of all Lycans. “So are you, King Damien.” Her Voice was husky and it was fucking turning me on further than I was and I want her so much. I kissed her lower lip and gave it a little bit, she moans slowly and her eyes is filled with so much desire. “Mark her, Damien and make her yours,” Dugan growled possessively.

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.”

LUCIUS I was in my chamber when a knock sounded on my door. "Come in," I permitted. A small, nervous man with shaky hands and a habit of never looking me in the eyes walked in. He bowed quickly. “My king, I have news.” I tilted my head. “Speak.” His eyes darted from the ground to my face. “It’s about Lycan Kael. I heard he's found his mate.” I didn't seem surprised because we all know he had this one lady by his side almost all the time. "That's good for him," I casually said, not finding the information interesting.

My fingers tightened on the paper. Too tightly. It tore slightly. “She is alive,” I repeated quietly. No one answered. Because no one knew what to do with a king who had already buried his mate only to hear five years later that she was alive. Garvin stepped closer. “My King… she is alive,” he said again, quieter now. “That is what matters.” I let out a slow breath. “No,” I said. My voice was rough. “That is not what matters.” Silence fell. Because everyone understood.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

Its fur was midnight black, swallowing the faint moonlight, its chest covered in thick, silver battle scars, and its eyes—a piercing, luminescent gold—stared directly into my soul. The Lycan King. He lunged forward, pinning me to the wet earth, his massive, clawed paw pressing firmly into my chest. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to rip my throat out. But the moment his nostrils flared, inhaling my scent, the murderous rage in his golden eyes shattered into pure shock. And deep within my soul, the freezing vacuum violently flipped, screaming with absolute, undeniable certainty: MATE.

She looked at me for the longest time before saying, “Can I tell you a story? I promise you that when I’m done, you’ll understand.” I didn’t have another choice. I nodded. Dramatically, she said, “Once upon a time, there was a King, a Lycan King, and he could have had any woman his heart desired, but he fell in love with a witch instead.” I scowled. “But witches don’t have mates.”