My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

With a pained look on her face, Madeleine said, "I'll never give you a hard time again, please tell Leon to let go of my hand!" I looked over at Leon, whose hand was still on Madeline's wrist. Not wishing Leon to make a scene, I went up to him and whispered. "Leon, let Princess Madeleine go!" Leon released Madeline's wrist with a cold grunt. He stepped forward and looked down upon Madeline like a king. "Emily is my mate and future queen of the werewolves. If you want to continue living in the courtroom, hold back. I am not so tolerant of you as my father and mother were. Aunt Madeleine, I want you to learn to respect my mate in the future, understand?"

He had arrived just in time to see her stir from her unconsciousness. She was interesting to look at. Maybe it was because she was his mate. Mate. Hm, the thought was quite strange. The Moon Goddess had surprised him when he had given up all hope of having one. He was well aware of his infamous behaviour. Everyone across the realm of the paranormal was scared of the lycan king. No one would want to get close to someone like him. It did not bother him. He had also thought that the Moon Goddess would not bless someone of his reputation with a mate but here he was. But his mate did not want him.

His voice sounded uninterested, at the fact that I was his mate. It was unbelievable, I never thought I would get the chance to have a mate, not to talk of a Lycan freaking king. “What?” I was too stunned to think of any other thing to say. “I don’t know what the moon goddess was thinking when she gave me a weak beta for a mate, that’s crazy,” he hissed, and ushered our rider to be fast, as the moon was fast approaching. The Lycan king is an asshole, why would he call that to my face? I was the greatest foreseer before my family died and even after my family died, I was still helping Klaus win his battle by telling him our chances of winning.

"Who is he... You called him Roy... does that mean he," "Yes... It's what you're actually thinking," She interrupted, stopping him from completing his words. "Roy is my mate and the Lycan King of the Blackpool pack," Cara said with full strength. Stefan gulped and grunted. He looked straight at ground. He struggled to get up you but could not. Henry muted as he could not utter a damn word. It was only Liam that wasn't surprised as he already met Roy. Roy soon walked up to meet Cara. He propelled her backwards and stood in front of her.

"I-why does he want to do that? I thought that was for mates?" Alex swallowed, his thick throat working down what looked like a lump of fear. "It is, Jane. But for those that don't have mates, or don't want their mate, you can mark anyone. He wants to mark you to become his queen, which tells us he is a Lycan King. He rules over other lycans." Jane hated the sound of all of that. "What are we going to do?" Alex cleared his throat. "We're going to do what we planned. We're going to ask your aunt about anything in your family tree, and then we're going to protect you at all costs."

He chuckled, “I’m Thane Valtor, the Lycan King, your mother’s mate.” My jaw dropped to the ground as I stared at him. Holy fucking fuck!

he waved off my pleas like they meant nothing and I huffed as he rose to his feet With a gulp, I grabbed onto his leg and held him so dear to my chest. "Please, Lycan King! Have mercy on me." "Wait what?" He sounded shocked and I looked up at him teary eyed. "Y-You are the Lycan King of this City, right? Please let me go, I swear to never come here again. Also... If you could let me go with my mate-" "Your mate?" He asked again, sounding confused. "Who is your mate?"

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.