Mated To The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

And so, the Lycan Prince's report echoed through the ages, becoming a timeless tale of valor and triumph, inspiring future generations to stand tall in the face of darkness and fight for the light. The Lycan Prince stood tall in the grand hall, his golden eyes fixed on his father, the Alpha King, who stood at the dais. The room was filled with the murmurs of the Lycan courtiers, all eager to witness the significant moment about to unfold. The Alpha King's voice boomed through the hall as he addressed his son, "My son, the time has come for you to embrace your responsibilities as the heir to the Lycan throne." Nodding respectfully, the Prince listened intently as his father continued, "Tomorr

I know it wouldn't last forever but…I just wanted to live in the moment. I just wanted to have relief and feel wanted after suffering for way too long since I came to the South and back in my pack. Indeed Lycans have a high sex drive. I used to hear it from people but I never put it into consideration, until yesterday night when Luciano and I f*cked. Not just an ordinary Lycan.It's a crown Prince Lycan. Luciano is an Alpha Lycan, the strongest among all. He was a beast in bed, he turned me in different positions and fucked me through my climax. It had been a long time since the last time I had sex. He fucked me right and I was satisfied.I wanted him to continue but I couldn't take it anymore

My thoughts betrayed me, and fear gripped my heart. I knew what he was – a dragon. But he did not know that. He had no idea our world existed, left alone what a mate bond is, and let’s not forget the fact that a dragon did not have to follow the mate bond rules. That thought alone chilled me to my core again. “Our mate loves us. I could feel it. You need to stop acting like a scared little boy, Cassius. We are a Lycan Prince – true born of the Lycan Queen. We are warriors, second only to Jasmine in our realm. Snap out of it! You need to focus on here and now! And if you do not want to marry Irina, like we discussed, it is time for a poker game with mother!” he roared, bringing me back to my

Nathan demanded, arms crossed. “Where’s uncle?” Jaden added. I sighed. “He had an emergency so he had to leave first. But let's talk about the trouble your sister is in.” That was enough to make Jaden’s fists tighten. “Did someone hurt her?” I glanced between the two of them. “Sit down.” They hesitated but eventually sat. I knew they wouldn’t like what I was about to say, but they needed to hear it. “The Lycan prince,” I began slowly, watching their expressions darken, “is looking for a girl. A girl with a white wolf tattoo on her thigh.”

CHAPTER TEN CAMILLA “Mine…” he growled, and everyone gasped. I froze. What did he say? I did not know if I heard him correctly. Did he just say what I think he said? “She is my mate.” He said and my jaw dropped. I looked at him in utter disbelief. “Your highness?” my father blurted, looking confused. “Camilla Sinclair is the lycan prince’s mate.” Fergus repeated, making my whole body freeze, rooted in place.

The look on her face wasn’t anything feral at all; it was more of a painting of tentative distress. Ferociously growling right in front of her was the Lycan prince, who’s now gone full rogue; his eyes became tattooed with total blackness. In them, you can’t even see the reflection of the bright moonlight. The young she wolf locked her gaze straight into the Lycan prince’s feral eyes, highly hoping that she’d find something behind them that would alter the course of this unfavorable ordeal. But all she found was nothing but an empty void of blackness, with certainly no trace of his soul left.

Just to feel whole for the first time in weeks. But then it happened. Before I could take a single step, someone stepped up beside her. Dressed in silver and black ceremonial armor that glinted beneath the moonlight. It was the Lycan Prince. I froze where I stood, my heart slamming to a halt. He moved with familiarity, slipping his arm around her waist like it belonged there. And she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Right there, on the cheek, in front of everyone.

"Adrian, we've been together for years! We're meant to be together! Everyone knows it! Your mother…" "My mother," Adrian interrupted, his voice sharp as a blade, "does not get to decide who I'm with." "But we're perfect together! We…" "I have a mate, Lydia." The words hung in the air between them like a death sentence. Lydia's hand dropped from his face. "No. No, you can't mean that... that woman? That human?" "She's not human." Adrian's jaw clenched. "She's the Lycan Princess. And she's carrying my child."

Neither was I. "We shouldn’t," I whispered. "We already have," Tristan murmured, brushing a tear from my cheek. "And I won’t leave you again." It wasn’t just mating. It was a claiming. Our bond flared, wild and uncontrollable. And that night, the stars above the mountain turned gold. Pearl. Luis. They were conceived in rebellion and sealed in fate. "State your claim," growled Queen Vanya, matriarch of the High Lycan Council. Her voice crackled with eldritch power.

I was much less terrified this time, and instead took in the sights—the palace growing smaller behind us, the city sprawling out, the narrow ocean that separated us from the Werewolves. Us. I was a Lycan now, wasn’t I? By title, at least; I was the Princess of the Lycans. The bride of Prince Isaac Thorne. Each day, the Werewolf kingdom felt further and further away from me, like that strait had doubled in size. I wondered if my mother would be happy; she loved the Lycans, after all. I liked to think that she would be thrilled to find that her daughter had grown to care for them just as much.