My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

And for the first time, The Lycan King fell apart. My own mate, dead.

He has a smile on his face, the kind my father always gives to my little sister whenever she's making a mistake in anything. "I do not plan to do that, Neriah. Thames would succeed your father as planned. The Obsidian Throne, for the first time, has chosen someone from my pack, and it's me. I intend to rule. You will rule with me too as my equal…" he drew in another deep breath. I intend to change a lot of things when I become the Lycan Leader. For starters, I do not want my mate to be a breeder…" He paused and stared at me, holding my gaze.

Stronger than any wolf I’d ever fought. But I wasn’t a wolf anymore. I was Lycan. Moon-blessed. Mate to a 300-year-old Lycan King. Mother to a Lycan prince. Carrying a Lycan princess. I slammed him into the ground and pinned him, claws at his throat, teeth bared at his jugular. “Yield,” I snarled, Lycan voice rumbling from my chest. He bucked under me, trying to throw me off. “Never! You’re mine!”

Truly, he would need to perform the moonwalk rites with his Luna, as they would both transform into wolves ready to explore the gifts of the woods, the prey they would feed upon. "Your highness, you seem far away" Jake said as Caspian jerked from his thoughts. "No, I'm fine. You can leave, I'll sort myself out" he said waving Jake off as he bounced back on the bed. The moment the door was shut, Caspian gave a heavy sigh as he turned on his bed facing the wall. He couldn't just bring himself to the requirements and responsibilities of being a Lycan King, he was stressed up. The demands that came with his kingship was a complex one, one that could drain the mental strength of an ordinary human

A breathless Casey hissed while taking intermittent pauses to regain her breath, "What's wrong with you, Owen? When I say you can't go that means you can't go!" This unnerved Owen and he stomped his foot and stepped down. With his towering figure getting close to Casey, Owen grabbed her shoulders and spat over her face, "Stop it! You are my mate not my master! I am bound to obey just one person and that's the Lycan King!" Casey pushed his hands scrunching her shoulders and retorted, "Exactly! You are meant to obey the Lycan King Gian. Lucas isn't the Lycan King! He is nobody! Why do you keep tailing him all the time!"

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

She brings my hand up to her mouth, placing a kiss on the back of my hand. As I lay here with her in my arms, I silently thank the moon goddess for giving me her. These past years with her have been the best years of my whole life. I use to think to have a mate would make me weak. I am the lycan king, I am the monster that people are afraid of, the monster that would kill anyone without a second thought, and I was fine with being that monster. I didn't want some woman trying to change me into something I was not, so I never wanted a mate.

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.