Mated To The Lycan King By Jennifer Baker 소설 & 이야기

She said, looking him in the eyes. His heart stopped as he wasn’t sure what she had decided to do. She had kept that from him. She hadn’t told him that he was right on them being mates, even though she had known since her birthday. The silence was deafening as Alexander waited for her to speak. When she did, what she said made his mouth about hit the floor. “I, Symphony Marie Greywood of Grey Moon Pack, hybrid of a Kolana/Mattra Wolf, accept you, Alexander David Silverstone King of the Lycans as my mate and king” Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke.

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."

A young girl who looks my age tells her friend as Aurora and I help them pick some dresses from the hangers. My ears prick on instinct as soon as they mention the enthronment of the next lycan king. Donovan. How close is his birthday? "My grandmother told me the same." The other girl replies in all smiles as she measures a dress with her body, standing in front of the full frame mirror. "I heard he rejected his mate. You know what that means for us?" I lift my brow a little at her words. Rejected his mate? Where did she ever hear that absurd lie from?

The search was over, and love had triumphed. I squiz the paper more, feeling the pain of having to fake all these sweet moments. I don't even know why this is necessary. But I heard that the Lycans believe much in the mate bond and that their king should have a mate. As I arrived at the venue, I saw another girl dressed decently, like a princess. When I asked Emily, she said that they had to make it real. To appear that one of us isfor each of the princes, while I am actually for both of them.

Ariana Vale spent three years loving a man who only touched her in the dark. By day, Alpha Damien Blackwood treated her like a burden. The pack insulted her, humiliated her, and reminded her daily that she was only the daughter of a thief. But at night? Damien lost control every time he touched her. So when he suddenly divorced her after one passionate night together, Ariana’s heart completely shattered. Then fate played a cruel game. At the Moon Ceremony, Ariana discovered Damien was actually her true mate. But instead of claiming her, he rejected her publicly before the entire pack. Broken, bleeding, and thrown into rogue territory, Ariana believed her life was over. Until a terri

“Seeing as you have accomplished that, you may see to the many other tasks that require your attention.” “My Beta–” Paige protested. “We are all busy upon the campaign’s end and the King’s return to palace regency. Go. Now.” Paige looked as if she were about to push, before thinking better of it. She bowed, tightly uttering, “My Beta.” And then, shooting a last piercing glare at me, she left. I was still simmering, though maybe it shouldn’t have surprised me that even in the upper ranks I would be scorned by Lycan women. I was mated to the King Alpha– why would that happen to a slovenly werewolf, while they were all overlooked?

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."

The sound of glass breaking echoed in the dining room after my mother threw a vase at a wall. Not only did she react very poorly to the news about Ana’s wolf, but also having a tough day with her illness. “Just when I was starting to have some sort of understanding of her, you tell me that she has no wolf!” She pulled at her hair. “My son, the Lycan King, has fallen in love with a defective wolf! How embarrassing and shameful” She paced on the side of the table before picking up another vase.

the female spoke softly with a smile. “WHAT IS THIS NONESENSE?" The king yelled angrily as he got annoyed witnessing the females actions. “Oh? You still don't understand? Let me break it down for you." The female said, then explained, “My name is Maria Coldheart, and I am the Luna of the Blackburn pack. My darling alpha here wanted me to get some fresh air outdoors, so he sent me here to play you for a fool." “In other words, Rogue King, you're dead meat,” Derrin said, completing Maria's sentence.