My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He should be the one leading the run. 'King is an ancient Lycan and I think mate's father and the rest understood it.' Pi explained. We were in the clearing when I noticed other Lycans waiting for us. "Awwooooooooooo......" King howled again, this time it was very long. Telling everyone to celebrate with him for finally having his mate beside him. I was very happy thinking he wanted me and Pi. It made me feel secure now that he was introducing me to the palace as his.

The Queen Mother screamed and rose quickly, bringing me back to my human senses. I looked back at her before throwing Donald away, making others freeze in fear. I stood there for a second, breathing hard. I looked at Donald’s terrified face before looking back at the others. “I am the Lycan King,” I said slowly. “My mate is not your concern. The next time any of you speak her name with poison, you will answer to me, not the goddess.” “Her curse is my responsibility, even if I have to judge or fight the goddess.”

I'm only giving back what you've done to me, every bad thing you did to me secretly. “Stop lying, I have never done anything bad to you, I don't even know who you're This is my first time of meeting and seeing you. Are you not scared of my mate?” Aiden is my mate, and he's the Lycan king's son” I try to frighten him away again, hoping it will work this time. But I was wrong. Damn. I was wrong. That low life grabbed me by my legs.

My heart pounds, on the verge of exploding, as I realize my mate has been slain by our race's mortal enemies. Without the ability to shift into my wolf form, all I can do is stand frozen, consumed by rage and fear, as a tall figure emerges from the shadows. Clad in dark clothes and a hood, only his piercing greenish-blue eyes and sly smirk are visible. As his eyes shift to jet black, his form changes, revealing him as the Lycan King. "You killed my mate," I growl, my fists clenching so hard they hurt. "And what are you going to do about it?" he taunts, his voice low and menacing. "Didn't you reject her?"

The King of the Lycans, who was currently laying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep beside him. Darach King, the only beast who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom. He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was madder than any other living Lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness.

Instead, he seemed completely unconcerned. He stood up and came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Son, listen to me. One of the requirements of being a Lycan king is to have a mate," he explained. "Malory is a suitable match for you, she's one of us." I shook my head, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But I already have Clarissa," I snapped. "I love her." "Clarissa is not one of us," my father said firmly. "She can never be your mate."

Her breath caught. “Carol.” He lifted his head, voice cold and final. “I, Leonard Blackthorne, the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you as my mate and my Luna. May the Moon Goddess bear witness to your betrayal and to my heartache. We are done.”

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

It looks like they know more than they say. I was the envy of most of my friends even before I became the Lycan king. Some said I was so handsome and had their friends all to myself. Unfortunately, I am not the goddess that gave me the features that we all call cute. I love to fuck, and anyone that makes herself available, I chop the person's ass. How is that my problem? Unfortunately, I have not been able to consider any of the maidens worthy of being my mate. I didn't believe in that stuff called mate, and it has been a great issue for me because I needed to present a Luna to the councils to continue my reign as the Lycan king.

"My mate" Ava replied like it was the most natural thing in the world, Martin looked at her wide eyed and had even paused momentarily. Ava walked on letting him process it but it didn't take long before he caught up with her. "How...how is this possible? Maeve told me your mate is the Lycan King" Ava nodded "he truly is" Martin pointed in the direction they were coming from "But that is not him, wait you got two mates?" He exclaims with distaste obvious in his voice, Ava turned and glared at him. Martin raised his hands up