Lycan Kings Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

he waved off my pleas like they meant nothing and I huffed as he rose to his feet With a gulp, I grabbed onto his leg and held him so dear to my chest. "Please, Lycan King! Have mercy on me." "Wait what?" He sounded shocked and I looked up at him teary eyed. "Y-You are the Lycan King of this City, right? Please let me go, I swear to never come here again. Also... If you could let me go with my mate-" "Your mate?" He asked again, sounding confused. "Who is your mate?"

I would rather never have another mate than be tethered to the king of the lycans. To my surprise, Alexander turns on his heel without another word. Almost as if he didn’t recognize me as his mate. When Lucas and I made eye contact for the first time, I could feel in myself the truth that he was my mate just as strongly and unquestionably as I could see that same truth resonating within him. We each instantly knew just as we could tell the other knew as well. I hesitate for a few seconds, surprised that it’s not quite the same the second time around, then I follow the king all the way to his wing of the palace. It’s farther than I ever made it while exploring yesterday.

The argument went in circles while the mate bond screamed with pain, both of us saying things we didn't mean and couldn't take back, words designed to hurt because we were both terrified and angry and desperate. Vincent returned at sunset and found us sitting in tense silence on opposite sides of the shelter, the space between us feeling like a canyon that might never be bridged again. "I see you two have been having productive discussions," Vincent said with amusement. "Have you reached a decision about my offer?" "I need more time," I said. "Dawn tomorrow, no extensions." Damon stood abruptly. "She's not accepting your offer, find another price or leave." "I don't take orders from you in t

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

The room erupted in chaos as the other lycans rose to their feet, their faces contorted in anger and confusion. I knelt before him, hands clasped in a desperate plea. “Forgive me, sire. It’s my fault. I’ll instantly reject you. I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Ethan, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Ethan struck me. “How dare you reject me, you foolish creature!” he growled. Another stinging slap landed on my face, forcing me onto the hard stone floor. “How does a lowly nobody like you dare to reject me?!”

I looked down at myself and wanted to punch the wall. Everyone in the werewolf world thinks I hate women. They say the Lycan King can't stand to be touched, that he sends brides home in tears, that he has never had a lover because he thinks no woman is good enough. I have let them think it for years. A cold king is feared, and a feared king is left alone. The truth is a lot less impressive.

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

I tightened my grip on my cup. “Gigi likes her. She never likes anyone.” “Even Stephen likes her.” Kim sounded bitter. She had once tried to trap him, but that backfired harshly, it gives me satisfaction just thinking about it. “Stephen likes everyone.” Tasha tried to be encouraging. “Sadie, do you think King Ronan could fall for her? There are rumors that they mated.” I laughed, a little too loudly. “No.” I refuted. My inner lycan, Lia, knew they mated. She could smell their mating as soon as we saw them, but ignorance was bliss in some situations, so I didn't bring it up.

I could not grasp what she was saying that easily. Because of all the denial in my system, I could not help but laugh. It sounded so ridiculous! How could it be true? Was the witch playing with me? "It's impossible! The great king already had Queen Axianna back then as his mate... how could he be mated with another woman once again?" That was when Nidhi proceeded with her story. "The truth that most of us didn't know until now was the fact that the last Lycan King was a “Moon Child," and it meant that he was destined to have two mates."

Freya won't be able to know I am hers and I don't know if I would, too, but nevertheless, they somehow knew about us. "What about the scent that I smell in the palace?" I asked, confused. "Then maybe her highness is your second chance mate?" It was possible. Maybe the one from the howlers pack that went to the palace died in the attack which made Freya my second chance. But, is it possible for a lycan like me to find a second chance? It was already close to zero chance of finding my first mate, but I found the second? "Let's not talk about that. Now that we have already found some clues, when are you going to bring her highness to the palace and meet the King?"