Lycan Kings Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

His mate, rarer still, Lycan royalty almost never mingled openly with wolf society. "A Lycan mate," Marla mused, swirling her wine thoughtfully. "I wonder what sort of creature could tame a man like that. They say Lycan Kings go mateless for centuries, waiting." "Perhaps she's some noblewoman from Lypion," Damian offered, uninterested beyond the political weight of the announcement. "It hardly matters. What matters is every eye in the territories will be on Ashwood that night, and for once, they'll see exactly what they should have seen all along." He glanced toward Vivian with open pride. "A proper Luna. A pregnancy already underway. No more whispers, no more pity looks at council meetings.

“It’s nothing.” “Right. Now spill. It’s been so long, and yet the moment I set my feet here, everyone was talking about the Lycan and his supposed mate. Not to talk of the incident with Alpha Corrick—you have to tell me all about it. What is the Lycan King actually like?” The questions came tumbling out one after another so fast I could barely process any of them. “C’mon, tell me!” she pressed, leaning forward eagerly. My lips formed a thin line. “Umm… he is… um… he is kind.”

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

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~Astrid~ I felt something calling me, i didn’t know what it was that kept calling me but then i didn’t know what it was but i knew that the feeling was one that i couldn’t describe. “Oh my, did you see the Lycan King Dante? He looks like a statue that the moon goddess made herself.” “He doesn’t look like what we heard in stories as children, they said that Lycans were beasts that were merciless and ruthless but then he didn't look anything like that.”

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

"I'm not going to be ready. Ever." I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself. "I don't know you." "My name is Zander Cane," he said simply. The name hit me like a cold wave. Zander Cane. I had heard that name before. Everyone in every pack had heard that name. The Lycan King. Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, the most powerful, most feared, most respected pack in the entire country. My legs almost gave out from under me. "You're..." I blinked. "You're the lycan king?"

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The Lycan king said, tilting his eyebrows as he gestures towards me. "My Lord, she is my mate!." He tried to stress his reason but it didn't work. "Exactly, your mate and not your prisoner. She deserves to be given a chance in deciding if she really wants you but no… you reject her and then abducts her back to your pack. Why, if I may ask?." The lycan king questioned and I decided to make things a little spooky and hard for Ryan. "He said that he wanted to take advantage of my pretty face, that a pretty face like mine shouldn't be left to waste on me as a worthless wolf. " I answered and I could see that the lycan king was getting furious.