Lycan Kings Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

She doesn't believe she will ever be able to accept the Lycan King, the way he was treating her right now. "Having my way with my mate" he replied nonchanticaly "didn't I warn you before!" He exhaled deeply before taking a step back. Orla's pearl blue eyes were drawn to her fated and official mate Lycan King Angus Lincoln, whose eyes were forest green. Orla's eyes were emotionless and blank, whereas Lycan King's eyes were filled with pure lust. When she returned his gaze, she noticed his eyes were unusually deep. Lycan King's eyes then raved down her almost naked body, and as the cold wind hit her, she shuddered even more and suddenly the realization hit her that she was almost naked in fron

Pink basil Vasilio closed his eyes as he received the information. So, Cia is the partner of the lycan. The Lycan that day ravaged the contents of the cauldron. Lycan, who had a fierce stare at him that day. Vasilio even still remembers the incident clearly. So, when the lycan was looking for his wife, it was... Cia? This destiny is extraordinary. "Do you think I can snatch it?" Vasilio asked Aro—his confidant.

____________________ 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

At long last, the Moon goddess remembered him and gave him a mate. Scorned and looked down as the mateless Lycan King, I knew my brother had been longing for a Mate. Although he acted all nonchalant about how nothing affected him, I knew deep down he has always been waiting for the day the moon Goddess will bless him with his other half. I reckon that's why he was against the idea of choosing a mate and giving the kingdom a Queen.

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

She said, looking him in the eyes. His heart stopped as he wasn’t sure what she had decided to do. She had kept that from him. She hadn’t told him that he was right on them being mates, even though she had known since her birthday. The silence was deafening as Alexander waited for her to speak. When she did, what she said made his mouth about hit the floor. “I, Symphony Marie Greywood of Grey Moon Pack, hybrid of a Kolana/Mattra Wolf, accept you, Alexander David Silverstone King of the Lycans as my mate and king” Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke.

She says mockingly. "Since you're so dumb and not quite knowledgeable, let me introduce myself. My name is Ruby, betrothed to Valerian, the next in line to be the Alpha King. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." She introduces herself, twirling a piece of red hair between her fingers. My face was frozen in shock, as I fought to make sense of what I had heard. Betrothed? Fiancee? Were they set to get married? Valerian never for once said anything about that. Not that we have sat down and had a heart-to-heart.

Would they finally, finally love me? But then I snapped back to reality when I heard a thunder roar so loud it was almost like it was right next to me. Me? Mated to a Lycan and the King at that? Impossible. There was no fucking way because they’re right. They were all right. I was a nobody, and I was going to stay that way forever. “Hailey Young, when I find you, you are so fucking dead! Do you hear me?!” I hear her. I wish I don’t, but I do, and that’s how I know that they’re near, and at the edge of a cliff…

Everything about her was, I didn’t expect I would ever get a second chance mate, and even if I did imagine it. It was never someone so young. Viola was probably eighteen or nineteen and was mated to an old man, the King of all Lycans. “So are you, King Damien.” Her Voice was husky and it was fucking turning me on further than I was and I want her so much. I kissed her lower lip and gave it a little bit, she moans slowly and her eyes is filled with so much desire. “Mark her, Damien and make her yours,” Dugan growled possessively.