My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

She told him about what he had said to her and she could not help but have some blanks that she wanted to fill out. “I know that your powers are something many of them fear, and I will help you out of every step of the way. And most of all, I, the king of Alphas, the Lycan king, is your mate. An enemy of my mate is my enemy as well, and I will not think twice so much as behead a thousand men if it means keeping you safe.

He really was the Lycan King. The instructor turned toward us. "Can't you greet His Majesty?" We all immediately bowed. "Greetings, Lycan King!" The tension in my heart was probably no less than everyone else's. So... He truly was the Lycan King. My mate is the Lycan King? "I told you," Xevira said proudly. So... I am fated to the ruthless and bloody king who killed his own father just to claim the throne. "Those are baseless rumors," Xevira immediately defended him.

I obeyed without hesitation. He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight nod, he turned to his warriors and ordered, “Leave us.” The warriors exchanged glances but obeyed without question, filing out of the room until we were alone. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. The Lycan King leaned forward, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are my mate,” he said bluntly, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “I am not going to deny that. But I want you to keep it a secret. For now. Is that clear?”

He stood at the edge of the room with his chest heaving and his hands shaking, and he did not come closer, could not come closer, though I did not know how I knew that, I just knew it the way you know that fire is hot and ice is cold. "You are my mate," he said, and his voice was hollow, empty, like someone had carved out his insides and left nothing but echoes. "The goddess has cursed me." I knew what a mate was because every human knew, even the children, even the ones who had never seen a Lycan in their lives.

“I-I just don’t want you to get hurt… he might say you’re his mate, but you’re still human and he’s lycan.” I was about to reassure him when King Nicholas spoke instead. “Kiyan, was it? I assure you; I mean no harm. Your sister is my mate and so if I hurt her, I’ll only end up hurting myself. I don’t care about the fact that I’m lycan and she’s human. My only intention is to keep her safe with me so that no harm comes to her.” He said it as though he were doing me some sort of great favour, as though he were the only person in the world capable of keeping me safe. It was funny, especially seeing as he was the one parading around with two ‘bodyguards’.

We don't need any more surprises. "I'm the rightful lycan king. My name is Chris, and this is my mate Docia. You will bow to us now." The man demands. He's large like most lycan men. He has long, wavy brown hair and steel-gray eyes. He's handsome but nothing like the real royal family. Docia has shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. She looks a lot younger than her mate. It's not unheard of in the shifter community for mates to be decades apart in age. "We will not bow to you. Explain why you believe you're the king." Logan yells at the man. Chris sits back and smiles.

Finding out that Liam was my mate was probably the worst experience of my life, although finding out the Lycan king was my second chance mate turned out to be a close second. “I came here because of werewolves like you.” He broke the silence and I frowned. What did he mean by that?! Did he come here because of rogues? Females being kicked out of their packs?! What the hell did I do that was so horrific that the Lycan king felt he had to take everyone prisoner?! When I didn’t say anything, he continued.

I scoffed at him in disbelief, "And why the hell would I care about you or your feelings? Who are you anyway?" Edyrm stepped forward, "You really don't know him?" I rolled my eyes, already feeling annoyed, "Am I supposed to know him? Just because I know you, Edyrm, doesn't mean I know everyone that exists." "He's the Lycan King, your mate." Edyrm replied. I froze and glanced at Mr Grumpy. His expression looked hopeful and almost pathetic. For some reason, it was really funny. I burst out laughing, "Are we in some TV show? This man is my mate?" I laughed even louder, "he's not even my type. Are you sure you don't have the wrong person?"

His eyes flitted to me and stayed, waiting. “Is it true that Lycans have trouble finding mates?” I asked. “Is that why when you found me, even though I was still a pup–” “Do you think I fell in love with a child at first sight?” King Zavan interrupted me, voice curdling with a slight growl. “You would associate me with those sorts of perversions?” “Then tell me what I’m supposed to think,” I said, more exasperated than angry. Truly, I wanted the full picture more than anything. “You didn’t reject the bond, even back then.”

I sighed, "If I only become Queen there, then what will I do? Living in the palace alone. That dusty field is not beautiful at all." Dominic laughed, his hand patting the steering wheel repeatedly. Meanwhile, Thalita was curious and asked me to take her there. How can I bring her, because we are not traveling? Bringing her is the same as me delivering her to the gate of the afterlife. "Lucan takes you to the battlefield where the Lycans will kill traitors or werewolves who don't want to submit to him. The Lycan hierarchy is very clear and ruthless. They don't hesitate to overthrow the King if the opportunity arises. Just like your father, the fierce and brave sigma did step forward to take t