Mated To The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

I said against her lips, deftly replacing my finger with my cock. “Dane!” she cried. “But I want another taste of you first,” I said and latched my mouth to her left nipple. She arched her back and cried my name. “Saraya—” “Yes!” she moaned in pleasure. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am the first generation of my kind. A full-blooded Lycan prince, offspring of Zeus and Selene–” Holding her hips, I dug my stiff cock deeper into her; she clung to me, clawing my back and drawing blood. I revelled in the ecstasy that surged through me.

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.”

‘You are my Mate, I have mated you, marked you, and claimed you.’ He placed his hands on her shoulders, ‘You. Are. Mine.’ He said his eyes glowing gold as his Wolf pushed for release, she took a step back her eyes wide if he shifted he would kill her she was convinced of that. He pulled her forward and crashed his lips to hers nipping her bottom lip to make her gasp and open her mouth and he dominated her, his kiss hit her core sending electricity sparking through her body. Tiana dug deep she was not going to fall at the first hurdle, she knew the attraction between them was powerful and he was a Lycan Alpha, the Crown Prince, not only that he was panty-dropping gorgeous. That was what helpe

He always knew that the Lycan Prince was a psychopath, but he didn't think it was to this level. " Gather as much information as you can about her. And prepare a marriage document as well " ' Mi-sol-ache, since you got my interest, don't think I will let you go so easily. You are mine now '

The Old Lycan King prohibited them from completing the mating and ordered his son to reject the werewolf female, as the Old Lycan King had arranged for his son to be mated to a pure-blood female Lycan Princess, joining their kingdoms, expanding his own and making his Kingdom one of the strongest. Refusing to give up the mate the Moon Goddess gave him, the son rebels against his father. The Lycan Prince renounces his position as Prince and completes the mating with his werewolf mate. The female Werewolf blessed the renounced Prince by conceiving and carrying twins, a strong Royal Lycan male pup and an equally strong Royal female werewolf pup.

he asked softly. "Anna White," I whispered. The Lycan Prince smiled at me. "Anna," he said, and at that moment, I felt a connection between us. But how could that be? He had a fated mate already, and I was just a rankless wolf. Moreover, he was expected to become the next Lycan King, while I was just a lowly servant!

But tonight, everything shimmered with magic and anticipation. In a sacred clearing surrounded by ancient rune-covered stones, firelight danced across the faces of gathered wolves and Lycans. The royal mating ritual was about to begin. At the center stood Prince Nicolas—tall, powerful, lit by moonlight. His golden eyes glowed, his dark hair whipped by the breeze. He was the future Alpha King, and tonight, fate would bind him to his mate. Zaiya. She stood before him, her raven-black hair spilling down her back. Her electric blue eyes held strength and serenity. Clothed in crimson ceremonial robes, she radiated power. Her heartbeat matched his.

“And these are my guests, my lovely betrothed daughters and his brother, Varion, the crown prince of the Lycan, and Varik Aragon, the king of the Lykos Clan and territories. And a chill ran down Myra’s spine when she saw this was worse than she’d imagined and that Reilania wasn’t getting married to any normal wolf. But would be getting mated to a lycan!

Heads turned. He walked like he owned every inch of ground he covered. "That," Mirabelle whispered, "is the Lycan prince." My blood turned to ice. "That's him?" Sarah breathed. "Yes. That's Prince Theron." The words landed like stones in my stomach.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."