Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies Novels & Stories

he added. I wasn't scared of the Lycans or any royals. It was the Lycan prince, my mate, who troubled me. Yes, I was mated to a Lycan prince and future king. Being mated to a Lycan was already challenging, let alone a prince destined to be king. Since discovering his infidelity, I've been plagued by chest pain.

Forcing myself to feel pain to remind myself of my promise, I stabbed my one hand with the other whining from the pain as blood spurted out of my wounds. “If... you brought L-Lycia with you then send her back,” I grunted, pushing myself away from the door and further into the wall, sinking myself in the rubbles of the broken furniture of the room. The wood jabbed and splintered my skin but the pain was nothing in comparison to the clawing need that was overwhelming me to go to my mate. Mate! Mark her! Mate her! It was as if there had been a constant chant in my head brainwashing me to give in to my animal instincts.

Mystrel my new mate I'm an asshole. I look at my tiny lovely mate and can't believe I decapitated Stella the slut, as she's known to several Alpha's. I wiped the bitches blood on my jeans after redressing and examined the bite wound on Maddy's thigh. I gritted my teeth at Stella using all her lycan venom in her bite. What was she trying to accomplish by making Madeline a lycan, I think as I lift her limp body. Her temperature was rising rapidly and I knew I'd have to cool her down. I ran towards the pack house and the room Stella had put us in and threw open the door startling Boris, Trym and both babies.

Lycans were also known for their strong soldiers and warriors, so it’s not a shock that this bastard has a feeling of entitlement to treat me or any of us like crap. Shocker. Even those girls who weren’t lycans tried bullying us, how much more these manically stronger bastards? I didn’t look at the man that threw his disassembled weapons at me. They’ve been training for assembling firearms since the other day. I started mopping the floor where the other bastards he was with stepped on with wet mud on their shoes. The scumbags have been doing it since yesterday even when they could see me mopping the floor over and over again.

The three brothers were like lions cornered by a horde of hyenas, and they fought with a desperate, feral grace. But even with how devastating they were… I knew they couldn’t keep this up forever. They couldn’t fight the entire pack, not alone. And then my father appeared—alongside his beta, Marcel, Damian, Tristan, and my aunt—followed by even more warriors, all ready to attack. My heart dropped. My family and my mates… preparing to slaughter each other. I didn’t want either side hurt. I didn’t want anyone hurt. And it seemed my mates finally realized the same thing. Perhaps they felt the tide shifting, or maybe they didn’t want to spill blood from my direct family. Either way, they pulled

Piece by piece. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, so they say. With my face filled with salty water, and the mixture of rain, I started to consider going back to Lyconia. Yes, Horland might have said he was not interested in me anymore, and my one-night stand might have ripped me of my virginity, but there’s one thing I’m sure about, the Lycan king has given me a chance to be his, and with him by my side, I can find my parents killer, and also have a good life with him, after all, he seems to love me. I was sure when he beat up Horland for me. “That was why I got you a therapist. If you know–”

“Why do you live in this old-fashioned dump in the middle of nowhere? You're stressing me out! Just install a damn heater like a normal person! I have college assignments…I don’t have time for this nonsense!” I spun around, furious, ready to storm out…until his hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back. His eyes blazed. “How dare you speak to me like that!” he thundered. “I’m the Lycan. Everyone listens to me. Everyone fears me. No one talks back to me…not to my face. You’ll fetch the water again. Now!” I didn’t move. I stood there. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, but I didn’t care anymore.

the other said. “What if the alpha asks?” “We'll say she died and we buried her,” they concluded. My heart plummeted. What? They wanted to abandon me here? My fingers twitched. “We can't do that. Did you see the way he looked at her?” One asked. “He held compassion in them, and I've never seen the vicious lycan looking at any woman like that.” My stomach sank. I was mated to a vicious lycan? I stifled a gulp, feeling my stomach twist into knots.

She said, covering me up with duvet. Submitting to her, I laid back on the bed with my head titled upward. “Mate” the word rang in my skull. There was a great fright that was accompanied with trembling in my body. It was hard for me to take in the huge discovery into my dead skull. Never expecting a Lycan to be my mate, take- more of a royal wolf. The moon goddess has succeeded in ruining my life I’m doomed. Was I cursed? Maybe I was birth out of wedlock, cause I found it hard to understand how grievous things keeps happening to me.

An mind-blowing surge of electricity coursed through me, affirming the mate bond. With my hands tangled in her brown-blonde wavy hair, I drew her even closer, as our hearts beat as one, each thump reflecting the unspoken bond we share. As our wolves bonded, I was taken aback by a surprising revelation. My mate was not just any wolf! She radiated an extraordinary power that surpassed my own, a force both exhilarating and humbling. She was a Lycan!