Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies Novels & Stories

I stopped crying, and the emotion went away, the coldness returning. He got up, and shot me a long stare before he was walking away from me and out of the door to my left. My body was numb, and my senses were still dull. But my mind was swarmed with thoughts. Izer Primeblood, the last surviving Lycan and the Alpha of the damned rogues was my mate. It was a curse—for me, and for him. Because if I would feel for him, it would be the same for him too. I glanced at the door as a bitter smile rose to my lips. I would not cry like a damsel in distress when the person who snatched everything from me roamed freely.

As things stood at the time, I was officially the most hated wolf in my pack. My first shift was when Margaret's husband Mike, the brother of our soon-to-be Alpha, tried to rape me. My wolf had severely hurt him and as a result, I was paying the price. Ever since that day, my pack had mistreated and bullied me. My pain had been going on for weeks, months, or maybe even years. I had lost track by now; it was so regular. But that wouldn’t keep me down. But this contract marriage with Arthur brought things to a brand new level of abuse. I asked in bewilderment, "Wait, Dad sold me to Alpha Arthur?"

she said, gauging my response. I jumped to my feet, this was just all jacked up. A hot mess I couldn’t see my way through. “Wow. Three lycan brothers having fated mates? That’s just … unheard of, amazing really,” she said, getting to her feet and touching my arms.

He reached down and scooped me into his arms, pulling me tight against his warm chest to shield me from the pack girls. Madeline spat a mouthful of bloody dirt onto the grass, her eyes twisting with a sudden, psychotic rage as she realized what was happening. "You... you whore. Is this why you won't help us? Have you slept with every single one of these monsters? You absolute slut." A chorus of deafening, monstrous growls erupted from every single Lycan on the lawn, the sound vibrating through the soles of my shoes. Luka’s grip on me tightened until my ribs growled. The sheer, crushing weight of their combined royal alpha auras slammed into the grass like a physical hammer.

“He is a fucking Alpha’s son just like we are. Don’t you think for a second before acting like the dumbfuck you are?” Max moved forward in wrath and I whimpered in pain. Tears gathered in my eyes as I sobbed. This wasn’t what I bargained for. I wanted a mate who would love me, not three brothers fighting over me. I had never had peace for once in my life and it happened to be my mates being the cause of it. Max looked at my hand and his wolf retracted. He followed the blood to the floor and I saw the look of horror on his face.

His thick black hair fell carelessly across this face and I resisted the urge to run my hands through them. "Oh for goodness sake! Focus." I yelled at myself inwardly. I couldn't be fantasizing about a man I just met. But something about him stirred my wolf so hard. I quickly averted my eyes before I fell harder. "I have a mate." I voiced. I caught the sudden change in his expression and knew I might have unconsciously started a feud between him and Alexander. Lycans were known to be extremely possessive and to be mated to them was both a gift and a curse.

I hate the fact that I got pregnant by some numerous Lycans that happen to be mated to me. The moon goddess is insane, mating me to more than two persons is foolish, I twirled to the other side of my bed, restlessly grabbed my hair, a loud and frustrating scream escaped my lips, tears rolling down my eyes. I don't care how possible it is to have three mates but I won't be the girl that's going to live on the same roof with three men.

Damien Malleus transforming while pile driving my ass was completely unexpected, but it makes my Lycan happy. Soon, we are joined by our Alpha Twins in Lycan form and that’s when things get really interesting. The twins hold my legs while their mate drives into me harder causing my Lycan to roar in delight as he goes deeper and my spray hits my face as he continues. Their cocks bounce against my legs, hard and ready for action. Then, they position themselves so that they can access my ass on either side of their mate. All three of them drive into me together and my ass stretches more than ever before. I feel as if I am being split in two yet my Lycan is in pure bliss over having three huge

“You are a Kitson, right.” I spin around to glare at him, my hand locking against his throat while pressing my stiletto heel into the toe of his boots. “Where the fuck did you hear that name?” “My brother's mate is a Lycan.” “Impossible. Wolves are not mated to Lycans.” “That’s just it, all three of us were. And my brother is mated to the most powerful one. The female Alpha.” My hand moves from his throat to his grubby jacket as I drag him to the ladies room.