Novel & Cerita Mated To The Lycan King By Jennifer Baker

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

“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.

She looked at me lying in the bed, my throat bandaged, my body weak and broken, and her lip curled with pure contempt. "So this is the famous Luna," she said, her voice dripping with disdain, "The wolfless slave who somehow captured our King's attention." Lycan moved between us immediately, his body blocking her view of me. "Get out, Elena." "Oh, don't be dramatic," she waved a hand dismissively, "I just want to see what all the fuss is about, see what makes her so special that you'd throw away everything we had." "We never had anything," Lycan's voice was ice, "Now leave before I make you."

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.

his voice was low and rough when he took my name, like it was dragged from deep within. He stepped closer, so close I felt the heat rolling off him. My body hummed with need as his calloused fingers brushed my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into his touch, craving more, and when his lips crashed into mine, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire. His kiss was fierce, hungry, stealing my breath as his tongue claimed my mouth. My knees weakened, and I clung to him as my hands fisted in his shirt. The funny part is, we hardly knew each other. I knew who he was. He was the grandson of the Lycan King. But did he know me? I bet he didn’t know more than my name.

My heart stuttered as the person stepped forward revealing himself to be the Lycan king, the Alpha of all Alpha's and instincts screamed both danger and something… deeper. How the hell did he even get in here? “Mate.” The word escaped my lips like a prayer and a curse, my chest tightening with an emotion I couldn’t name. Athena’s grip tightened. “What did you just say?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. “In this life…” I turned to face Athena who gripped my hands slowly, “I'm mated to the lycan king.” She placed her hands over her mouth in shock as I held on to her, unwilling to accept this.