Lycan Kings Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

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.”

Daniel's voice sounded nervous, as if talking about that king made him feel weak. There was a moment of silence, until Willy's voice was heard again. "Yes, the man may be powerful, but he still has his Lycan side, and like everyone else, he has a bond. Besides, his mate is now in the Lycan kingdom, so he knows that any enemy would attack her to control him," said Willy. As soon as I heard that, my eyes widened. The only known blue-blooded Lycan king was Bradley, and his mate is Chloe!

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.

I obeyed without hesitation. He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight nod, he turned to his warriors and ordered, “Leave us.” The warriors exchanged glances but obeyed without question, filing out of the room until we were alone. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. The Lycan King leaned forward, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are my mate,” he said bluntly, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “I am not going to deny that. But I want you to keep it a secret. For now. Is that clear?”

However, just as the Lycan King's body was about to turn around his wrist was grabbed by the alpha female. "Don't leave me again, Edward!" The hopeful voice that sounded so weak had made the Lycan King pause for a moment. "Sicily, do you realise?" "I realise, I want you, Edward." "Say my name!" "Edward Slovasky, my lycan!" Asserted the Alpha female in a teasing tone. Without hesitation, Lycan King Edward immediately crushed the luscious lips of his true mate. The two kissed each other deeply, until their tongues met.

The pregnant she-wolf didn't understand why her body was submitting to this woman. The council members and the priestess gulped as they could tell what was happening. “He married her, didn't he?” Elder Mackenzie sighed. “So? If she's his mate, then I don’t see the problem,” Elder Beres snickered. “But this isn't how then council do things!” Elder Natasha let out. "To my loyal followers and my friends from near and far," Kanyon greeted. "I present to you, my second-chance mate, my wife, and the queen of Lycania, Jessica Thorton- Coldblood."

Davina’s POV The Lycan King is my mate. I felt my heartbeat racing with each passing second, I tried to control my breathing and appear as small as possible away from him but when he leaned closer, I felt an intense spark from his touch alone, and a foreign sensation pulled between my legs, invoking a moan from within me.

I tried my best to keep my eyes off him, but the intoxicating scent of him kept pulling me back unconsciously. “I suspect he’s our mate, Ellie, but isn’t it uncommon to have a second chance mate this quick?” my wolf, Ru, asked, but I shut her out quickly. I was wondering the same thing before she spoke, and I needed to know what that meant for me, and my future, being the Lycan King’s mate, but I couldn’t dare ask. The Lycan King was not Vito, they were two different wolves with different authorities, and if the rumors I’d heard about the king were true, then he was very strict, merciless, and straight-up evil.

Mark stands a few feet away, watching me with quiet curiosity. “Doing what?” I ask. “Touching your stomach.” My heart skips. I drop my hand casually to my side. “It is just a habit.” He studies me for another moment. The Lycan King sees more than most people. But tonight his mind is on war. He lets it go. “The convoy is ready,” he says. “We leave in ten minutes.” “Through the tunnels?” “Yes.” “Straight to the city?” He nods. “From there we split off and move like civilians. No pack escort. No visible protection.”

Inside sits a ring set with a moonstone that glows softly in the night air. "Halen Rhodes." Lycan looks at me with such raw devotion that it takes my breath away. "Every day for two years, I have confirmed one thing—I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know you might need more time, and I am willing to wait. But I wanted you to know my heart." "Will you marry me? Will you be my Queen, my mate, my soul?" I cover my mouth, sobbing. *Soul.* He was right. For over a year, I had felt it—the pull of a powerful, pure mate bond. Lycan wasn't just a partner; he was the **Second Chance Mate** granted to me by the Moon Goddess.