Mated To The Lycan King By Jennifer Baker นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As she was unmated, every unmated Man and Woman was invited to the Lycan King’s palace so that they could find their mate. After getting ready they left for Lycan King’s place. His whole family was there already. He was late for work. As soon as he entered the ballroom, he felt his mate there. So he started to look for her. But he froze in his place when he realized who his mate was. She was the daughter of his Rival. Their enemy pack’s Alpha's daughter. Maeve Morningstar. She smirked at him as she also realized who her Mate was. “Hello, Mate.” She waved her hand at him with a wicked smile. And he also smiled.

"I abolished hybrid slavery three weeks ago. Your purchase is worthless." "You can't just..." "I'm the Lycan King. I absolutely can. And she's not property, she's my mate." "Your mate? A hybrid? Please. She's breeding stock at best, good for labor and entertainment. But I'll take her off your hands if you don't want..." He doesn't finish. I shift. Instantaneous with clothes shredding and body exploding into wolf form. My jaws close around Kullen's throat before he can scream. I bite down hard and feel his windpipe crush, vertebrae snap, and blood flooding my mouth.

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Luca Marino Every fucking thing I did were necessary evils. As a Lycan King and mafia lord, I was used to that principle. Over the years, that exact mantra led me to the top. Drunk Serena had accused that I was mean. But, she didn’t know of my world just yet. This is why I had come up with a deal to keep her around. Since she was my mate, I had to keep her around to be complete. Oh, so holy.

"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

The lady who was about to pick a fight with me, the other time before we got attacked, broke the silence. “Maybe if you had kept quiet, you wouldn’t be here.” I attacked her before screaming in pain. Quickly, I moved by hand to the back of my neck, which just burned red before laughing out like a mad woman. “Well, if you must know…” I paused, teasing playfully as I watched their Alpha stare at me in anger. “The Lycan king is on his way already, and he’s getting closer,” I smiled, looking at the Alpha, who seemed to be scared.

It quite absurd to think like this, like a fucking asshole! But what did you expect from a man like myself? She was the first thing I have ever cared about and to let go was what I see impossible. I was already drawn into the mate bond because of her love towards me. I was fucking love sick and that should scare me a little bit but I wasn't least worried. Fucking my Luna who was the Lycan King's queen and the entire Lycan race was more dangerouse than killing an entire pack of infected rogues. I pulled the stick of cigar from my mouth and let the smoke run out as it surrounds like burning flames.

Then, ignoring my stiff, fearful posture, he slipped one massive arm under my knees and the other around my back. He lifted me effortlessly. I gasped, stiffening my spine, terrified of his brutal strength. But the moment my body pressed against his broad chest, the mating bond surged. The warmth radiating off him was a drug. My treacherous muscles melted. I instinctively buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the rich scent of cedar. My baby suddenly stopped crying, lulled by the deep, rhythmic beat of the King's heart. "Keep the gold, dead man," the Lycan King growled over his shoulder, "Consider it payment for your miserable life. For now."

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.

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

I curled into the corner, cowering like the helpless damsel I was in this moment being saved by a man who slept with her and left with no words in the morning. A man she now knows to be the Lycan King. What the actual fuck? The both men stare at each other, I could see Alpha Kieran fist clenching in rage and The stranger, I mean, Ryker brows furrowed in an equal rage. Whatever hell that was about to be let loose, I would be in the center of it. “King Ryker, the wench you just let loose is a slave who stole from me and was being punished,” Alpha Kieran tried to explain, keeping his voice slightly neutral which was not exactly what his expression was showing.