Lycan King's Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

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?"

“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.

“I should be with your mother right now, not having a dumbass audience with you. And who's the chick behind you? And the… Is that a child or a woman?” “Father,” Antonio said, rolling his eyes. The king! The Lycan king? I dropped to my knees and yanked Diane down with me, trembling with fear. “We have found our mate,” He continued. There was a pregnant silence and suddenly, the room darkened. When I glanced up, the Lycan king was on his feet, eyes golden and glowing in anger. “What?”

HOPE'S POV. I clenched my fists. “Hunter is still stronger than all of you.” The Kingbreaker looked amused for the first time. "Oh, Hunter?! Is that what the almighty King Alaric calls himself now?" I didn't respond. A part of me completely forgot that Hunter was not his real name. The Kingbreaker chuckled again, more amused this time. “You defend him very quickly, little lady.” My eyes narrowed. “He’s my mate. And don't call me that.”

“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.”