My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

The Lycan King was coming here? I’d never seen the Lycan King before and it filled with an odd sense of trepidation. It was said that he was built like a mountain and could lift a building on his back. Why was he coming to our small pack? At that, Head maid’s voice pierced into my thoughts, “...the King is searching for a mate. Alpha Liam said if the King chose a mate from our pack, it would elevate us all and secure us a spot as royalty!” A bitter smile curled my lips at their naivety. Liam was a selfish alpha and his desperation for power was his only motivation. He didn’t care about any of them and yet they were fooled.

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

“I guess you know that already since the wolf called me by my name earlier.” “Naia,” I repeat, savoring the sound of her name. “It suits you.” She yawns again, her eyes fluttering closed before snapping open. “Wait, where are we going?” “To rest,” I assure her. “We’ll be at the palace before you know it.” Her eyes snap open wider this time. “Palace?” I grin, knowing the next revelation will leave her reeling. “I’m the Lycan King of the western territory.”

It was like he had a phobia of speaking. "She's a mate to the Alphas of the Blue Rose pack and the Moon Violet pack." He said quietly. The words sounded like bombs, shaking and pulling me off my feet. Everyone knew the Blue Rose pack and the Moon Violet pack, they were one of the biggest packs in the world. Rumors flew around that Zayn butchered his whole family to lay claim to the throne. He was feared for his brutality, no one crossed him and survived. Ethan was not much better. But they had to be wrong, they had to. Besides if I had a mate, I definitely wouldn't treat her the way they both did.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

He asked casually, ignoring the man's jab. "Because she knows him!" Milan seemed to think on it, looking at his nails to flick off an insect that just perched there. "Well, as the Lycan King of this Kingdom, I beg to differ. I can't l_" "What!" They all screamed. "You are the Lycan King?" The scrawny man surged forward, then his eyes grew in their sockets as he pointed deadly at Milan turned to his followers, and shouted. "He is the man we seek. Get him!"

“I’m here to talk about the one living in this packhouse.” Greg sighed deeply, he knew where this conversation was going. He massaged his temples and looked at the old man with a pained expression “And what about her?” The old man narrowed his eyes “She’s just a normal wolf, Your Majesty. She shouldn't be here.” Greg’s jaw clenched. He’d known there would be complaints, but he hadn’t expected the elders to confront him directly. He was the king, and what he said went. “I’m the Lycan King,” Greg said, his voice hard but steady. “I can invite anyone I want to join this pack.”

She remembered what her mother told her she was sixteen. Her mother told her that the more powerful an Alpha is, the more reliant they are to their mates. So it means that the more time they spend away from each other, the more he’ll miss her. And the more he'll miss her, the more he goes crazy. Meanwhile, Rynari won't be affected by the bond that much because she's only a hybrid. The Lycan King is a pure-blooded werewolf royalty. His blood is pure-blood for generations. It is also the first time for a Lycan Ruler to be mated to a hybrid.

“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.

“Mom, the Lycan King is like… the top of the entire supernatural world. I can’t just walk up to him and say ‘hi sir, please save me from my crazy ex.’ That doesn’t even make sense.” “It makes more sense than waiting until Denzel decides to drag you back to his pack.” That hit me hard. Too hard. I sat back down again, my knees weak. Mom came closer and touched my cheek gently. “Honey… you were so hurt when you caught him sleeping with your friend in his office. He claims Giselle is his mate and he's going to make her Luna. And now he’s saying you can’t mate with anyone else or you’ll die? That’s not love. That’s a cage.”