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She whispers, and I am shocked for a second, but then I smile. “I, Noah Moore King, the king of all werewolves and Lycans. Accept you, Madeleine Lune, as my Mate, My Luna, my Queen. I will love, cherish, support, and protect you for the rest of my life.” I whisper as I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply. And I feel the matebond strengthen. - MADELEINE It had surprised him that I, just like that, accepted him. But I knew it was what I wanted, and I realized that I had felt drawn to him since we first met at the ball. And I love him, I admitted to myself.

I nodded, “but the king won't be able to ignore a young half-blood trying to enter his kingdom. Especially if she has it. Through of railings, I handed it to you The Letter. He was written in paper parchment old It is sealed with wax It is the emblem from the pack in gold — O emblem belongs The one of the most powerful werewolf packs in the world. It smells like a wolf and It was written by Alfa Vidar Gamma. If a newborn half-blood waltzes into the kingdom with that letter, there's no doubt the vampire king will find him. He will have no choice. I expected her to bring another argument and expose more flaws at the my flat, but she no O he did.

His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, and in that moment, Cruella felt the weight of his gaze like a thousand invisible chains. Before anyone could speak, Liam turned to face the rest of the pack, his voice cold and commanding and Making the weak tremble with fear. “If he doesn’t want you, I’ll take you as my mate.” The words felt like a blow to Cruella’s chest. The Alpha King had just claimed her to b his mate. His voice, so firm and final, left no room for doubt. No room for anyone to argue. Shock rippled through the crowd. Gasps and murmurs echoed, but no one dared speak against him. Alpha Liam was the king of their pack, the ruler of all werewolves, and his word was law.

The king took me in from head to toe. "Miss Torrez, you exceed your beauty by far in person." The king mused. I curtsied, dipping my chin. I had wanted to gain access to power and now here he stood. The embodiment of werewolves around the world. His salt and pepper hair was neatly styled. His shoes shined to a polish. To some degree, he was fairly handsome. Not as handsome as Priamos but that was only because Priamos was my mate.

His Human Mate Chapter 12 -Peter- Is this a dream? I hope so and I hope that I wake up soon from this very realistic nightmare. What exactly is happening? Rosie was the mate of the werewolf king?! There must be some kind of mistake. It could just be that he wanted to add her to his harem of multiple women. There is no way that the king of the entire werewolf race would go ahead to make a mere slave the queen of his people.

He just wants to be close to her, while they converse, so he knows, if she is paying attention to him or not. "You forget that it doesn't work like that. When it comes to the case of werewolves, we don't have to be inlove, before we are mated. Most times, you may think you are inlove with someone, but then the goddess will choose someone else for you, a d you will have to learn to love that person, just like it was with you and me. Just the way it happened with King Arthur and Mogana and so many others that we know". "But that is wrong. The goddess keep people in perpetual mystery. Can't you see?

I never had any, I was rejected I would have called what just happened 'love at first sight’ and I was sure he would have too, owing to the way he kept his eyes on mine for the thousands of seconds our eyes locked. Or have I finally found my mate? I wondered vaguely. Finding one’s mate was one of the most difficult things now in the twenty-first-century werewolf kingdom. People just get themselves partners and call them boyfriends or girlfriends or wives or husbands and humans did since we were sharing almost the same fate. After our bump, we had muttered repeated sorry to each other with effusive awkward gestures. He wouldn’t let go of me even after waving him off, I was surprised as he joi

My eyes flicked to the woman on his arm—his fiancée, the royal beauty everyone envied. Without warning, an overwhelming wave of heat surged through my body. The air thickened with the scent of pine, cedar, and rain-soaked earth. It wasn’t cologne. It was elemental. My breath caught. My wolf woke. Fully and violently. Mate. The word struck like lightning, setting every nerve ablaze. Justin. The future Lycan King. Gorgeous. Powerful. Mine. I wasn’t broken. The universe hadn’t forgotten me. I had a mate.

Mora, Kell, and Ragnor moved behind him like shadows waiting to attack. Alpha Berra stood with his warriors at the northern corner, glaring at me with hatred. The Sorcerer King raised his glowing staff. The Vampire King licked his fangs. The entire Spirit World seemed to turn against me. Lyran tightened his grip on my waist. “Stay close,” he whispered. “I am with you,” I said. District 4 Alpha—the Werefox—moved first. He jumped toward me with incredible speed, claws pointed at my neck. Lyran pushed me behind him and punched the Alpha mid-air, throwing him into a broken pillar.

"I was chosen as tribute from my village pack. Brought to the citadel with other unmated females. The mate bond activated during the presentation." "And the Alpha King's reaction to discovering his mate was part witch?" Winter's chest tightened. "He didn't know I was part witch. Neither did I. He reacted to the bond itself. Kept me separate from the other tributes. Confined to a wing of the citadel." "Confined." Elder Maren leaned forward. "You mean imprisoned." "Yes. He didn't give me freedom to leave. But he also protected me when other wolves tried to harm me." "Protected" Elder Celia's tone made the word sound suspicious. "Or controlled."