Mated To The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

He then commanded his warriors to search beyond the territory to see if they can find anything, if they can catch any scent for them to trace the scent to its owner and through that, they can find the person that broke through the cell. Meanwhile, Alex and his men returned safely to the Lycan Pack with Rogan, having covered their scent to avoid detection. Emily, spotting Alex's return, rushed towards Rogan with open arms. She hugged him tightly, surprising him. "Emily, I... Are you a wolf?" Emily smiling, her eyes glowing with yellow intensity: "No, Rogan. I'm a lycan, a descendant of a mighty lineage. I'm sorry I don't inform you earlier." Emily showed his a puppy eyes.

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.

"But we've been in close proximity for hours; how did you two just find out now?" "Perhaps the Moon Goddess wished for it to be revealed at this particular moment," Prince Kinnison answered, never taking his gaze off me. His smile widened just a tad, a warmth radiating from it. The twinkling in his steely blue eyes seemed to mirror the glittering chandelier above us. "I thought the Moon Goddess only paired those of the same race," Alina protested. Her brows settled into a furrowed line. Father shook his head, "It's not impossible," he responded. "In fact, there is a Lycan and werewolf in our pack who formed a mate bond. Have you heard of Elina Arnet, also known as Elina Gaius?"

This is definitely the most correct decision you have ever made. "Are you all crazy?" My father whispered angrily, "Do you think the Prince of Lyon will give up his partner?" Leon Logan is the one cursed by the witch, and only a mate can save him! Wherever we hid, the Prince of Lyons would send after us. Even the entire Moore family would be implicated! I ask you two women to think carefully about the consequences before deciding!"

Granny said oblivious to what was going on. I could feel sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. I hoped the ceremony would be over soon. I had no idea how long I could endure the pain. “Do you King Arnou, Alpha of the Lycan territory and Lycan of the Merge, take Princess of the Moon Crystal, Former Luna of the Blood Diamond as your wife, mate, High Luna, and Queen of Queens?” “Yes, I do,” Arnou said in a small voice as tears welled up anew in his eyes.

Buried beneath Neal’s claim, and the moment she rejected him… It awakened, a mate bond so sweet. My chest tightened as the new connection pulsed once beneath my skin. Stronger. Clearer. Alive. And through it I felt her. Faint. Weak. But there. My lycan roared to life inside me. “She’s calling me.” Russ stared. “Aleric…” But I was already moving. Every instinct in my body had locked onto the direction the bond pulled me toward like a compass finding true north. My vision darkened with fury. “He has my mate,” I growled. Russ’s expression hardened instantly.

When her brilliant brown eyes met mine again, the fire turned to ice. "I, Leora Alameda, accept your rejection, and I reject you, Bryan Atwood, as my fated mate and alpha." Pain seared through my chest at her rejection, and I roared as I felt the bond snap. The beast inside me snarled as he pushed against the wall, slamming into it with a new level of strength to break it down and reach his mate. My vision blurred as the pain continued, and I braced myself on my desk to keep from shifting. My lycan had to acknowledge that the bond was broken.

My heart drums in my ears as I gaze upon her, her shiny black fur sparkling slightly under the moon while her piercing gemstone eyes twinkle. "You are beautiful," I hear Paris whisper as he takes small steps toward her. He reaches out and strokes her fur before leaning his head against hers as though he can hear her thoughts and feel her emotions. I suppose he can since it's his blood in her and they are mates. I look at him as he straightens up and see so much pride and love in his eyes before the sound of bones snapping fills my ears, and just as I finish blinking, a silver Lycan stands before me.

In fact, it had me losing more of my appetite. “For lycans, there is nothing more intimate and binding than the mate bond. For humans, there is nothing more intimate and binding than marriage. So, Ariya, Nicholas, you two will be getting married. You’ll be a starting point, a foundation upon which our co-existence begins. And then, perhaps sometime in the future, we can finally close the giant rift between our kinds.”

I ignore the question that has been bugging me since Nate mentioned this. “Well as you know, the late queen was a princess from a royal pack of lycans, they were pureblood, kind of like your family because if they mate outside of true lycan blood, they mate with alphas only. Those are the closest to the chain to the lycans. According to the publication I read, her wolf loses control and due to its dark powers and remarkable strength, it easily takes control from her." She pauses and inhales a deep breath. She watches me with a small coy smile.