Mated To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“This isn’t just about being right or wrong; this is about the survival of our people as well. If we continue along this path and allow a wolf to dictate our every move, then what have we been fighting for all these years?” "But to kill her?" Cedric said, his face pale. "That is extreme. If the king finds out—" "Then he will have no choice, but to move on," Rowan interjected. "He will be angry, but eventually he will find a proper mate—a Lycan mate." “You are all fools if you think you can do this without consequences,” Magnus warned. “Greg is not just any king. He is the strongest of us all. If he finds out that we had a hand in harming his mate, he will not show mercy.”

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

"Listen you all, I am the only one allowed to touch her and not one of you has the audacity to lay your finger on her! Understood?!" "Yes my king!!" They echoed in unison. "Prepare one of the Chambers for her and assign some servants to her. You must prepare her for the wedding tomorrow." The king finished and trotted away. I would have sworn I was having a terrible dream except that a sharp pain from my broken joint surged through me as ma'am Lucy tried to help me inside. The Ruthless Lycan king had just defended me the second time. I didn't want to make anything of it but I felt something warm inside of me. Something strange.

OLENA. "Did you know I was looking for you?" She asked, her footsteps light as she came closer, eyes searching my face. My breath caught in my throat. What just happened? I stared ahead, my mind numb. Mated… to a Lycan King? The king of the Lycan Kingdom? And he rejected me? A hollow ache settled in my chest, but I clenched my jaw, blinking fast. I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t. He made sure I couldn’t reject the bond, just so he could walk away free while I stayed chained to him.

It was as if our souls recognized each other, longing to merge into one. As silence enveloped us, I struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Mate. The word held a weight I couldn't ignore. I knew that accepting this bond would plunge me into a world of uncertainty and danger, but I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. In that moment, I surrendered to the unspoken promise and the unbreakable bond that united us. I knew that my life would never be the same again. The Lycan King sees me as his mate, remaining to claim me. And I would embrace the destiny that awaited us, braving the challenges and embracing the passion that came with our connection.

“She is gorgeous! How does it feel to be mated to the King? Are you ready to be the Queen?” Most of them bombarded us with questions while Hunter’s security team surrounded us and we were assisted to the heavily tinted black SUV. Hunter seems to have been accustomed to ignoring them as if all this time he had garnered the ability to tune them all out, but I, on the other hand, did not have that ability yet. “Your Majesty! Just a word, please! Describe how you feel being with the King!” “How did he find you? Did he sense another Lycan in the area?”

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.

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

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

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.