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The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

A single, heavy word popped into my head, echoing with absolute certainty. Mate. The Lycan King was my FATED MATE!! I couldn't look away from him. His mesmerizing green eyes were like a vibrant, ancient forest, glowing with an intense, hidden power. Combined with his striking white hair and his golden skin, he just looked completely perfect and otherworldly. It felt like the entire universe had narrowed down to just the two of us standing in this tent. Then, he unexpectedly frowned, his brow furrowing as he scanned my small form, and the sudden movement broke the spell.

Baring his canines despite still being in his human form, he snarls, "You don't want to mess with me, werewolves." Surprisingly, the wolves back down. Even Nathan takes a few steps backward. "Who is he??" This question rings in my head. "I am The Lycan King, Xander Rollins," his voice booms to the entire forest, spreading his superiority to every animal breathing in the forest. I get chills from hearing his deep, authoritative voice. Somehow, I feel dizzy. "Touch me and there will be war." I can see Alpha Nathan backing down. So do the other two wolves. Everyone knows how powerful a Lycan can be. They say one Lycan warrior can take down three werewolves. And this is the infamous Lycan King!

____________________ Back at the Lycan clan, the Lycan king, Marius was a middle-aged man. He was tall and handsome and had beautiful cobalt-blue eyes. A ruthless man and he ruled the Lycan clan with an iron fist. The Lycans were usually stronger than the werewolves but they were extremely strong due to the workload he'd make them do and the Lycans hated him. He had a mate, Eliza. An extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and deep black coloured eyes, she was tall as well. She was a daughter of a noble and rich Lycan father. She and Marius had been mated since she was eighteen and he was twenty. But she was as ruthless as her husband and more cunning than he was. She was the mother of t

"Matilda, ain't you getting ahead of yourself? You're not my mate… we are just fuck buddies and nothing more." "Are you being serious right now? Lucas, it's been over three years and now you're just going to throw everything down the drain because Veronica has chosen you as her mate and you're going to be the next Lycan king of the Nightshade Pack," Matilda scoffed, eyeing me narrowly. "Matilda you are—"

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

When she was gone, Garrick let out a quick breath. "His voice dipped to almost a whisper as he replied, "I have confirmation from my sources in the Blue Storm Kingdom." "Rhea is there." I felt everything in my body stop. He went on, "But that’s not all," as though the words were too heavy to be spoken all at once. "She is the fated mate of Lycan King Kael." The room's air grew heavier. There was a chilly stillness as I processed the significance of what he had spoken.

One I didn’t even know I had. I wanted him to go on but then he broke the kiss way too soon leaving me breathless and starving for more. He looked me in the eyes, his red orbs still glowing. “Let me reintroduce myself. I am Lucian Moonstone, The lycan king of the Bloodmoon pack; one of the deadliest packs in the world and you Tessa Howling, is my mate.”

“I, Esme Meadows, reject you as my mate!” At her heated words of rejection, a tense silence enveloped the whole yard. No one, not even the wind made a single noise. Esme tensed, expecting the pain of the rejection to swamp her body but nothing came. Then the king laughed. A soft mocking laugh. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” He said mirthlessly as he knelt before her. “The rejection will never work.” “Why?!” “Because, my dear Esme, lycans mate for life. And even if they didn’t, I wouldn’t accept your rejection anyways.”