Lycan Mate Novels & Stories

"He's my mate. Do you still need love if our lives depend on each other?" "Mate?!" Ive repeated in surprise. "Are you kidding?" Cia looked displeased with Ive's words. "Have you ever seen me that intimate with a boy?" This all makes no sense. Morgan and Ive could clearly smell the woods in Zeno's proximity. They knew that the man was not an ordinary human, but they were very reluctant to ask Cia this. Never mind them, Cia is confused by the destiny that Hecate has given her. However, having a Lycan mate is not that bad. Zeno has a gentle demeanor and his gaze seems to drown Cia time and time again.

The silence that followed was dense, but before anyone could intervene, his lycan whispered in his mind: "These fuckers want to erase her. As if she were nothing!" "I want to see who will be the first to try." Daniil leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold. "You can play with the human, Dmitry. Possess her, if you want. But she will never be recognized as your mate. She will never be part of us." Tension shot through Dmitry’s body like an electric current. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and stood up slowly, his presence growing like an impending storm.

She couldn’t tell her master; he was an old man who cared only about sexual pleasure, and there was no way he would have gotten her pregnant as he never marked her while mating. In those days, the male Lycan would mark their chosen mate while mating. It was a temporary marking technique where only their scents would join together to keep other males away. It is something Kion always did, so their scents already became one. If her master noticed her pregnancy, she was going to be dead, so she escaped. She only cared about her pup. As she ran, they chased after her, and that was when she met Aurelian, her true mate.

Seconds later, with my head angled to the side, I asked, “What’s that?” “Every month, the Lycan experiences intense pain that can only be relieved by fucking his mate." My face was blank, but my mind was already calculating things because what this dude just said made zero sense. "I'm not lying, Anna," Kaelen added, and with a simple fake cough, I acted as if I wasn't wondering if the Lycan had a monthfly flow or something. "For one whole week, his sperm is heated with the desire to breed his mate. It is a very big deal among mates."

"Ronan," "They were not too big," he mumbled, and the bystanders chortled. I couldn't help the smile on my face. He made me so happy. This wasn't right. This man had a mate, a lycan mate, and they were in love. I saw it with my own eyes. "Well, I just wanted to thank you," I said. I needed to get my head together and try to kill these feelings for him. It was dangerous now. There was a long silence before his response came

In fact, the best way they welcome a visitor from lands beyond Bloomington was by offering them an Attendant that would offer them pleasure. As the two naked males stood by the corner, with one spanking and slotting his phallus into the other, Draco filled his belly with more drink, eyes narrowing. After last night, Draco had gone into his chambers searching anywhere in all Abbator’s mating grimoire where lycans were offered second chance mates, but from his research, their kind only got one opportunity at getting a fated mate. Draco was left confused at what was happening. Having a second chance mate had never happened before. Well, from what he knew, only demons had the opportunity to mate

He looked heavier, his face bloated from too much ale and the arrogance of a stolen title. "I’m surprised you haven't killed me yet, Damon," I said, my voice rasping. "Or are you afraid of what the Kings will do when they find out you've touched their property?" Damon laughed, a harsh, braying sound that echoed through the dungeon. He stepped closer, his fingers gripping the cold bars. "Property? Alina, you were a trade. A piece of meat used to settle a debt. And word travels fast. The Lycan Council wants your head on a spike for stealing their precious diamond. You aren't their mate anymore. You’re just a thief on the run."

It made me want to puke. What did you do when you just found out your boss was a werewolf? I had never come across a situation like this before. The ones I witnessed at the strip club was just human fights. Someone once said, “You can only fight the demons you know.” I froze my step after contemplating. "There is something else you should know." He said. "What?" "You are my Erasthai, Energia.” “What is an Erasthai?” I asked. “Erasthai is a term for a Lycan’s mate. They’re more than mates to each other. Every average Lycan wolf has an Erasthai out there. It’s usually the male who smells her first, then marks her.” He replied.

Lycan is my true mate , the man moon goddess had made specially for me as husband. I gulped down nervously when I saw the cruelty in his eyes, the murderous expression that was masking his face. His long hair was tampered with but yet it was flowing and glowing. Somehow Lycan had gripped Maynard's neck, grappling him so tightly that I , myself couldn't breathe. " Lycan you are killing him " I whispers, unable to muster up enough courage. Truly, Lycan Myth is the most powerful werewolf in woodland.

My own wolf inside me gave a little growl of approval. “Hello, sir,” Liz said, coming forward, her hips swaying seductively. Several of my pack females had wanted to mate with me, only i wasn’t interested in them. I liked my women to be sweet. I didn’t have time for women who fought their way into my bed. I wasn’t looking for a weak woman, per say, just one that didn’t look like they wanted to tear each other apart for my affection. It was part of the wolf trait though, at least among those that had been removed or rejected from their pack. They became more primal, more in need of mating.