Mated To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“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?”

His eyes fixed on mine as he spoke in redefined hate. " I Zander King, the Lycan King this second hence..." I closed my eyes. Letting the tears fall down my cheeks. I just can't look into his burning, disgust-filled orbs. I was preparing myself for the pain. " Reject you Serephina, the cursed girl, as my mate." I was prepared for the pain of rejection, yet what I wasn't prepared was for the pain that hits between my legs. " Ahhhhhhh" I screamed as he entered me with a strong thrust without even a warning. And both the pains hit me together, making my back arch and eyes to widen. I wasn't even allowed to scream as his hand muffled my scream. Making tears fall down my eyes non stop.

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.

She says mockingly. "Since you're so dumb and not quite knowledgeable, let me introduce myself. My name is Ruby, betrothed to Valerian, the next in line to be the Alpha King. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." She introduces herself, twirling a piece of red hair between her fingers. My face was frozen in shock, as I fought to make sense of what I had heard. Betrothed? Fiancee? Were they set to get married? Valerian never for once said anything about that. Not that we have sat down and had a heart-to-heart.

She remembered what her mother told her she was sixteen. Her mother told her that the more powerful an Alpha is, the more reliant they are to their mates. So it means that the more time they spend away from each other, the more he’ll miss her. And the more he'll miss her, the more he goes crazy. Meanwhile, Rynari won't be affected by the bond that much because she's only a hybrid. The Lycan King is a pure-blooded werewolf royalty. His blood is pure-blood for generations. It is also the first time for a Lycan Ruler to be mated to a hybrid.

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

So handsome! But then I heard the sound of broken bones, and I instinctively flinched, moving behind Liam. My head poked just above his shoulder so I could see. “Ahhh! How dare you! I’ll kill you!” My heart dropped in fear for the thug. Was he stupid? Didn’t he know the man standing in front of him was the Lycan King? The King ignored him and walked toward the blind girl. My hands clenched at my sides as he leaned toward her, holding her chin, and whispered something to her.

I needed to get out of the tent, away from her scent, away from the terrifying relief her presence brought me. It worked. The poison is quiet. My mind is sharp. I can command again. And she is the reason. That is the only truth that matters, and the only truth I must kill. I am the Lycan King. I lead this war alone. I survive this wound alone. I cannot allow the Mate Bond to become the antidote, because the antidote is the prophecy. I will find a true cure. I will find a way to cut this dependency out of my chest, just like I plan to cut out the silver. I need to get as far away from her as possible before the sweet numbness turns into a craving.

Wow, how dare this pack Alpha try and make a fool out of me. I flex my fingers, creaking at the joints. I would show them the price of daring to challenge my authority. As for my mate, I take one look at the overly bright smiling face on the info sheet, and I can't help but roll my eyes. Oh, look at the thick, dull, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose; look at the weak, harmless-looking baby face, lacking any power. Her silliness even spills out the photograph. Who am I? I am the Lycan King of the Aries Kingdom; I am the most powerful Lycan. But my mate is a weak and useless she-wolf. I groan, is this another joke the moon goddess has played on me, in addition to my curse?

“Must determine the pedigree of the young female. Now is a Lycan and mates with the Lycan king Conri Rex. Council representatives will conduct a DNA test during the meeting.” “What the hell? Who am I,” I muttered sourly and Conri growled sternly and said, “You're mine no matter what.” Hearing a knock we turned to the office door opening and Monica popped her head inside. “The pack doctor has arrived and is with your dad, I mean Jax, and fixing his injuries,” she informed us. “Can we wait at the guard's shack to hear if he was successful,” I asked the King. Nodding he stood and told his mother that he registered me to the pack and as his mate. Monica beamed brightly and congratulated us both.