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He chuckled, “I’m Thane Valtor, the Lycan King, your mother’s mate.” My jaw dropped to the ground as I stared at him. Holy fucking fuck!

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.

When she just looks at me expectantly, I straighten up and continue, "It's where the next Lycan King of the Raven Solstice Kingdom would be chosen, and candidates must duel to get the title." "Yes, and we as servers must conduct ourselves so as not to mess up that occasion." I just nod, blinking to let my eyes adjust to the bright lights. To be honest I don’t know why the Princes have to beat each other up to get the title, and I don’t know why they’re called ‘Lycans’ either. All I know is that it must be a gig for the rich people, because I have been in school and they never taught us that. We as servants just go with it.

I asked the Lycan Wolf and she sighed, "That is exactly what I'm trying to figure out. Why are you in Addy's body?" I bit my lower lip in confusion as I kept trying to connect the scattered puzzle pieces. "Only one person can give an answer to this." She said and I raised a brow. "Who?" "The Pack's oldest witch." I blinked at the discovery, so the Lycans had a witch in their pack? "But, who is Adeline in this pack?" I asked again. "Adeline is the Luna of this pack, Alpha Reign's wife and mate." Another gasp left my lips at those words from her. Of all the people I could have woken up in their body, it had to be the Alpha King's Mate?

She remembered what her mother told her she was sixteen. Her mother told her that the more powerful an Alpha is, the more reliant they are to their mates. So it means that the more time they spend away from each other, the more he’ll miss her. And the more he'll miss her, the more he goes crazy. Meanwhile, Rynari won't be affected by the bond that much because she's only a hybrid. The Lycan King is a pure-blooded werewolf royalty. His blood is pure-blood for generations. It is also the first time for a Lycan Ruler to be mated to a hybrid.

“Charlotte’s beauty is unmatched to this thing right here, her position as princess and daughter of the third late Lycan king makes her your perfect match. Your mating her is to bring love and unite the kingdoms together as one.” At this moment, I think I’ve lost my appetite to eat. My brows furrowed in confusion, ‘third Lycan king?’ How's that possible? I thought Peter was the only king, or, should I say, ‘rising king' as I figured out my dad was the retiring king. My eyes began to water as His mother’s words stung more than any insult I’d heard before. “Are you deaf, Mother?” Peter insulted his mother, his voice cold, making his mum's face stunned. “I said I am not going to mate with Charl

“No.” “You can’t keep running from what we are.” “I already told you I don’t accept it.” “But you won’t reject it either,” he said. “Deep down, you actually want it.” “No!” “Yes,” he said. “And you can’t keep lying to yourself.” He pulled away and left the bathroom. I stayed there for a moment, leaning against the sink, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. I had kept a big secret from my family. For a week, I hadn’t told them I had found my mate—and that mate was… the king! The lycan king! Would they even accept that?

It was as if our souls recognized each other, longing to merge into one. As silence enveloped us, I struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Mate. The word held a weight I couldn't ignore. I knew that accepting this bond would plunge me into a world of uncertainty and danger, but I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. In that moment, I surrendered to the unspoken promise and the unbreakable bond that united us. I knew that my life would never be the same again. The Lycan King sees me as his mate, remaining to claim me. And I would embrace the destiny that awaited us, braving the challenges and embracing the passion that came with our connection.

And I feel even crazier when I keep thinking about all the things that will happen right in front of my eyes from now on. And mate? I know that it all probably sounds pretty crazy right now. Or even beyond. But it's the truth. In fact, Lucia Hazel Gray, or Luciana Edith, is actually my mate. Mate of Elijah Gray, the Lycan King. It's a crazy fact, if I say so now. But I never told Lucia that. I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me at all. Considering how big and deep Lucia's grudge was, I didn't want to be an obstacle to Lucia accomplishing what she wanted.

It seemed Hercules was a lover of black, the only part of him not black was his skin which was a rich golden hue, and his eyes were a brilliant amber color with flecks of gold that flashed as he watched them approach. I felt an instinctive urge to curl my lips and snarl out a challenge to the other Alpha, he urges an alpha telling him he must be the biggest badass predator in the room and Hercules was a serious threat to his supremacy. I stomped down hard on those urges, I was not a young, budding, and unruly alpha jockeying for position. Nothing like the foolish Colin and his ilk. I was the next Alpha King and while I might be slightly smaller than Hercules, I was not weaker.