Mated To The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

What’s going on with her? It’s close to a week now since DeLorna last saw him. She’s been asking questions about creatures like him, and just two days ago she learnt he was not a wolf but a lycanthrope. No wonder he made a statement on the first night they met, “I ain’t a wolf.” DeLorna also went ahead making research about how Lycans communicate with their mates, and she’s been trying the mind-link method since the day of her discovery. “ Urgh, fu*king answer me. “ She opened her eyes. “ Guess that’s only for the wolves.” She sighed in defeat.

Piece by piece. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, so they say. With my face filled with salty water, and the mixture of rain, I started to consider going back to Lyconia. Yes, Horland might have said he was not interested in me anymore, and my one-night stand might have ripped me of my virginity, but there’s one thing I’m sure about, the Lycan king has given me a chance to be his, and with him by my side, I can find my parents killer, and also have a good life with him, after all, he seems to love me. I was sure when he beat up Horland for me. “That was why I got you a therapist. If you know–”

Prince Mykal? I repeat stupidly to myself, unable to stop gaping at the breathtaking man before me. I knew the name, of course. It always pays to know the name of your enemy. Prince Mykal Boreal, eldest son of the Lycan King, and next in line for the throne. Everything in me stops suddenly. Wait, did he just say I was his mate? I look at him, aghast. How is that possible? He's a Lycan! I'm a Werewolf. We're enemies. And yet…

“Oh, I see now. He sneers Is this the reason why you were so proud and full of yourself, treating everyone that as a low rank, like rubbish, and then you act like an angel in front of the royal family? A devil in disguise. Hehe, he-he he-he he-he. Bitch. Wake up from your crazy spell dream. You're not going to be crowned the queen. How can an evil beast like you be the mother of the Lycans?” Even if I'm blessed or fated to have a mate like you, I won't resist rejecting your sorry ass as my mate, Who in his right sense will want an evil being like you as their mate. The lycan prince is not going to marry you because the goddess doesn't pair an evil thing with the good ones. But don't worry lo

Snapped the wolf, with some fear in his voice, Flavius opened his hand and Rufus was let free from the invisible field that was restraining him. Flavius found a chair in the middle of all the damaged furniture, and sit himself down, looking as if he owned the place. "For your information, I found that Queen Alexa as returned to Zulcan, with Prince Edwin by her side, they've mated, becoming the first Lycan Mated Couple in thousands of years!" "What is a Lycan Mated Couple?" Asked Rufus, in total confusion, he couldn't care less of what the Queen and the prince had become.

“Now the mating ceremony is complete. Our Lycan King, Alpha Dominic and Princess Vivian, are now proclaimed mates; Alpha and Luna of the Whitewolf Pack.” The Lycan King?! I nearly staggered to the ground. Holy moon goddess, save me! I could already feel the tears pricking the back of my eyes. The Lycan King rose to his feet, his form intimidating. I could feel his gaze burning through my veil. I prayed he wouldn't ask me to unveil myself. Maybe I could slip out and make a run for it before the mistake was discovered. But right at that moment, the door flew open and a regal-looking woman rushed in.

His impassive expression intensified my worry. I stood up in front while he wore his eyeglasses and started asking me questions.”Now, Lady Carrie. Can you tell me how Silverfang was founded?” I swallowed my saliva before starting to narrate the pack’s history. “In the year 1108, Prince Aldo de Gilgamesh, the heir to the Lycan throne, discovered his mate, Lyanna Caramelo. He saw her by the river, filling a jar with water. At that very moment, he knew she was the mate bestowed upon him by the moon goddess. That night, the Lycan prince marked her as his own and made a promise to return to Lycaon to marry her.”

The pane was cold under my palm, and somewhere past the treeline a dog was barking on a long chain. Every time I tried to empty my head, it filled right back up. Tyler's face at the gate. The way Vera had stepped between us, small and fierce and certain, her hand on my arm, warm and steady. The way she'd said my mate to his face and meant me. I pressed my forehead against the glass. Those words weren't for me. But they landed somewhere I didn't want to look at. Go to sleep. You're a lycan prince. This is beneath you. She has a fated mate. This is pointless.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself despite the fear coursing through my veins. His red eyes were still fixed on me, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity about this mysterious prince. "Reject the engagement," he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. "Why should I?" I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. "Why should I do what you say?" A sinister smile spread across his face, revealing his sharp fangs. "Because I am the next lycan king, and what I say goes. You don't have a choice."

Luke said with a deep thick voice and growled. Prince Roy Havert was the Lycan prince of the Blackpool Pack. The Blackpool Pack ruled over all other packs. Prince Roy was only coming for an important ceremony that has always taken place on every full moon. Roy seemed to be the cold type of guy because of his cool face but yet unpredictable and dangerous.