Novel & Cerita Mated To The Lycan King

"I-why does he want to do that? I thought that was for mates?" Alex swallowed, his thick throat working down what looked like a lump of fear. "It is, Jane. But for those that don't have mates, or don't want their mate, you can mark anyone. He wants to mark you to become his queen, which tells us he is a Lycan King. He rules over other lycans." Jane hated the sound of all of that. "What are we going to do?" Alex cleared his throat. "We're going to do what we planned. We're going to ask your aunt about anything in your family tree, and then we're going to protect you at all costs."

No one should look like that among anyone, let alone their alpha. Several other females were brought into the room. None of them were my mate, but I sensed from the joy I heard in the next room that Gunner had found his. I couldn't be happier for my beta, but my lycan wasn't satisfied that we hadn't found ours yet. She was here. The scent of caramel and vanilla followed Brennan, clinging to him. Was he keeping my mate from me? It was against the laws of lycans to keep a mate from another. It could be punishable by death if I chose to, but I needed to know what was going on for that to happen. If Brennan chose to do such a thing to me, the king, it would most certainly end in death for him. T

"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.

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.

Before I could realize he was moving, he was already upon me, pushing me to the floor. I screamed and kicked and clawed, but he caged me in easily. He was biting the mound of his thumb, drawing blood. I was still struggling, trying to resist as he pushed my mouth open with two thick fingers. “This is what we Lycans call a blood oath,” King Zavan spoke low and maddeningly calm as he dribbled the blood into my mouth. “If you thought we were bound before as mates, your will is now tethered to mine. You are to do what I ask. Our lives are tied.”

I heard my mate mutter under his breath. The Lycan King grabbed my hand and fell to his knees with a certain bright look in his eyes. "My Queen!"

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Before I could react, she leaned in close, her voice dripping with menace. "Before you try to gut me like a fish, fail, and force me to kill you, listen to this: The Lycan King and his bride know where you are, and they are in Ravenford as we speak." Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Fear clawed at my chest as I took a step back, my grip tightening on the blade in my hand. "You're lying," I spat, my voice trembling slightly. "They couldn't..."

I didn't have to turn to know it was him. "How is she?" He asked Claire. "Her fever is still with her." She has refused to say or eat anything." Claire said, looking at me with tear filled eyes. "Can you leave us, Claire?" Alpha Anthony asked. "Yes, my Lord." Claire said and left. "Aria, look at me." He continued. "I know how painful this is for you." I turned my gaze toward him. "No, you don't!" I shot at him. "Do you know why? Because you have been the strong, fearsome Lycan king your whole life. And what have I been known for?" I said, tearing up once more.

Its fur was midnight black, swallowing the faint moonlight, its chest covered in thick, silver battle scars, and its eyes—a piercing, luminescent gold—stared directly into my soul. The Lycan King. He lunged forward, pinning me to the wet earth, his massive, clawed paw pressing firmly into my chest. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to rip my throat out. But the moment his nostrils flared, inhaling my scent, the murderous rage in his golden eyes shattered into pure shock. And deep within my soul, the freezing vacuum violently flipped, screaming with absolute, undeniable certainty: MATE.