Novel & Cerita Mated To The Lycan King

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.

Almost like my soul knew it. Then, my eyes landed on the source, his green eyes locking onto mine as he walked directly toward me. His face was taut, and there was an unforgiving look in his eyes. His lips curled up angrily as my lips parted slightly in shock. Oh no, the Lycan King was my mate, and he did not look happy.

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?

Our muzzles touched, and together, we lifted our heads and howled. It was music and magic and meaning. A soul song echoing into the stars. When we shifted back, breathless beneath the moonlight, there was no shame. Only purity. Only bond. I felt it more strongly than ever now. Lucian cupped my cheek. “You are my alpha female now. My Queen. My moon.” “And you,” I whispered, “are the only home I’ll ever need.” The priestess raised her hands to the night sky and announced. “So it is done. The Lycan King is mated and bound.”

Losing his elite betrothed and being suddenly mated to a servant who had flung herself cheaply at him last night in order to get back at her horrible ex. “We’re having the mating ceremony immediately at her place. It’ll be private.” He added, his tone calm and matter-of-factly. My forehead creased in disbelief. So fast? This was all happening too quickly for me to even process. “I…” I started to speak, but my voice cracked. Clearing my throat, I tried again, painfully aware that the man standing before me wasn’t just some stranger from last night. He was THE Lycan King. Can you even imagine the twist?

“No Aida…no silver, no wolfsbane.” “But, please, just hear me out. If it was a choice between them and me, you’d make the right choice?” A menacing growl rattles from his chest and I was starting to see that I was now mated to the Lycan King. “And what choice would that be Aida?” He spits out in anger. “If it isn’t obvious yet Lance, then it will be!” I scowl back at him, making my thoughts very clear through our link. He takes a deep breath in before exhaling slowly, calming his anger.