Mated To The Lycan King By Jennifer Baker Novels & Stories

Lucien's golden eyes slowly shifted toward Ariana interest flashed across his face. So this is the girl powerful enough to make the ruthless Lycan King lose control..Kael's grip tightened immediately around Ariana. The pressure made her heartbeat race Lucien noticed immediately and smiled because that's what he wants . I heard the guards whispering, he continued calmly while stepping further inside the roomI didn't believe them Kael Draven claiming a mate? He chuckled softly. That sounded impossible Ariana felt the dangerous tension rising between the two men. Selene wisely stepped backward toward the corner of the room she even looked nervous now.

I couldn't appreciate that because Beta Robert was walking so fast that I had to catch up. "You will be a big asset to the lycan king…to us but the lycan king will talk to you personally for your role here," Mr. Cunningham. Role. I've never thought I could make use of the gossip I've heard back when I was at the packhouse. Everyone in the Eclipse Castle had their own role before they embraced the comfort inside the castle. Warriors. Slave. Courtesan. I just hope that I will be a slave or a warrior because I would kill myself if the lycan king wanted me to be one of his filles de joie.

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.

"Don't you dare go running your mouth! You're just a substitute for me and that's what you'll always be." I never even asked to be a substitute but no one would give me a chance. I'm being forced to marry the Lycan king in my sister's place because she's too precious. They're not going to let her get married to a king struck with madness, but I can. His name is Alexander, the most powerful Lycan king in the world and the overall leader of all werewolves and witches. Only someone with the power of both creatures can do that. He's supposed to be a king everyone looks up to like his father but, he's the exact opposite.

“I-I just don’t want you to get hurt… he might say you’re his mate, but you’re still human and he’s lycan.” I was about to reassure him when King Nicholas spoke instead. “Kiyan, was it? I assure you; I mean no harm. Your sister is my mate and so if I hurt her, I’ll only end up hurting myself. I don’t care about the fact that I’m lycan and she’s human. My only intention is to keep her safe with me so that no harm comes to her.” He said it as though he were doing me some sort of great favour, as though he were the only person in the world capable of keeping me safe. It was funny, especially seeing as he was the one parading around with two ‘bodyguards’.

Till he grew on me, and I now yearn for his presence. “That’s okay. You can stand.” Ryan looks down at my hand, and grips it tighter. “I’m going to begin in the way it was done in the good old days. Once upon a time. A Lycan king married the female heir to a pack, and that made them join the sets together. The clan and pack were joint as one, bearing the name Green, as we didn’t want to call it either a clan or a pack. The both sets lived together and the Moon Goddess even began to give out mates from the diverse sets. So the leadership would always be an Alpha and a Lycan queen, just to maintain the balance, as it was detected early that Lycan are stronger and having one as a king over them

Only the Pack guards come here to survey and look out for. Right now though, they were probably busy at the party. I wish I was still there, too. Even if everyone stared and laughed at me, I would prefer that rather than being followed to the point of no escape. Then I remember him. Steely gray eyes. Dark black hair that looked smooth to touch. Soft lips made to be kissed. Lycan King Hunter Beowulf. He was a handsome and intimidating man. For a split second, I wondered how life would be if I had been mated to him instead. Would they be kinder to me? Would they finally realize that I could be someone and not just a nobody? Would they finally, finally love me?

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

A wedding ring gleamed on one of the fingers. A female wolf pushed through the crowd and saw the ring. Her scream was inhuman, full of agony and despair. "That's Jacob's ring! That's my mate's hand!" She collapsed, other wolves catching her as she sobbed. Damon pulled out a note attached to the box. His face went white as he read it. "What does it say?" I asked. He handed it to me. The handwriting was Marcus's, elegant and cruel. *Lycan King Damon,*

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.