Lycan King Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

I would rather never have another mate than be tethered to the king of the lycans. To my surprise, Alexander turns on his heel without another word. Almost as if he didn’t recognize me as his mate. When Lucas and I made eye contact for the first time, I could feel in myself the truth that he was my mate just as strongly and unquestionably as I could see that same truth resonating within him. We each instantly knew just as we could tell the other knew as well. I hesitate for a few seconds, surprised that it’s not quite the same the second time around, then I follow the king all the way to his wing of the palace. It’s farther than I ever made it while exploring yesterday.

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

He looked dignified and commanded attention. The air around us is still being face to face with the Lycan King. His dark eyes bore into mine. On both of his sides were two men who looked sharp as ever. His securities? My mouth gaped open. This was the first time I saw the Lycan King. His clothes were simple, but enough to command his attention. My wolf whimpered as she looked up. ‘Mine.’ My steps faltered. He is my second chance mate?

Let them prepare their armies. I am Matthew, the Alpha King of the Lycans. My core is restored, my mind is whole, and my mate is finally back in my house. I will play the patient game for now. I will let her pamper me, let her scold me, and let her pretend she is only doing it for our son, but sooner or later, the fire between us will become too hot to ignore. And when that day comes, I will claim my queen, and no force in this world or the next will ever be able to tear us apart again.

And that white wolf had just been given a second chance mate. The undefeated Lycan King himself. Nothing would ever be the same after today.

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.”

“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.

“The moon goddess set it in a way that when they finally mate, the genes are mixed together and the other yang takes the genes too so they can stay with their mate till death do them apart.” That goes deep in my head. I knew whatever my mum just said meant I had to mate with Luca sooner. The mate bond was very powerful and unescapable that all I had to do was just that. My gaze directed to his green eyes. They looked amused as his lips smirked dangerously. For a moment, I actually think Scar had resurfaced again. But his eyes were not dark but green. Thus, it was a full Luca right there. And that look held a ring of mockery.

On the other hand, I didn’t believe on Alex’s words, calling me his mate. Alex is known as the most ruthless Lycan king ever. Calling me his mate seemed just a mockery to me and thus I knew I would be subjected to probably even more severe pains under his hands. Being an Omega, I knew it would be even worse for me. But did that mean I go back to the heartless Lucas who betrayed me with my best friend Kiran? Not now not ever in my life. I would choose to be subjected to pain by a stranger than suffering torture and humiliation in the hand of the person whom was ever my mate and promised to protect me whatsoever but later turning to betray me. “Everly, Alex can never be your fated mate. You ar

"I am too repelled by you to give you a second chance. Go away and never come back." "Please! Please, I beg you." I fell on my knees, crying even harder now. I knew that none of my tears would soften his heart but I tried regardless. Maybe somehow in his stoned heart, there could be even a tiny ounce of soft spot for me. "Are you deaf, Eve?" He kept a straight, cold face. " Incase you didn't hear correctly, let me repeat my words to you. I, Lycan Stefan, reject you, Eve, as my mate. Get over it."