My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“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.”

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

“I assume that if you don’t have a pack anymore, you probably have nowhere to stay. How do you intend to get revenge?” I stayed silent, tongue-tied. He was right. I would need help if I wanted to achieve my goals...but I didn’t want to get involved with another man. Not after what Mike did to me. “That’s true, but you don’t even know me. If you’re the Lycan King like you claim, then I’m not sure it’s wise to bring home a stranger you met yesterday.” “You’re not a stranger,” he said smoothly. “You’re my mate.”

“That is who you are after all; my mate.” I scoff. “It hasn't been that long I left Earth, and now, I am someone's mate?” He feigns hurt. “Someone?” He places a hand to his chest. “I am Rome. The King of Lucian City; the only Lycan. And you should be honored to be my mate.” Honored, my ass. He is prideful, and I despise men with a toxic ego. My eyes twitch. “You are not how I pictured you?”

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

he says. “Do about what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means. One of the qualifying factors in becoming Lycan King is to have a mate, but not just any mate, a strong and viable mate. “The law states that an Alpha, or any Lycan, who takes up the title and power of King must have a mate of equal or higher status,” Elder Johnson interrupts, finally speaking. Elder Mann has never gone against my word, and with their little exchange earlier, I knew he still didn’t want to oppose me.

When she just looks at me expectantly, I straighten up and continue, "It's where the next Lycan King of the Raven Solstice Kingdom would be chosen, and candidates must duel to get the title." "Yes, and we as servers must conduct ourselves so as not to mess up that occasion." I just nod, blinking to let my eyes adjust to the bright lights. To be honest I don’t know why the Princes have to beat each other up to get the title, and I don’t know why they’re called ‘Lycans’ either. All I know is that it must be a gig for the rich people, because I have been in school and they never taught us that. We as servants just go with it.

Wow, how dare this pack Alpha try and make a fool out of me. I flex my fingers, creaking at the joints. I would show them the price of daring to challenge my authority. As for my mate, I take one look at the overly bright smiling face on the info sheet, and I can't help but roll my eyes. Oh, look at the thick, dull, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose; look at the weak, harmless-looking baby face, lacking any power. Her silliness even spills out the photograph. Who am I? I am the Lycan King of the Aries Kingdom; I am the most powerful Lycan. But my mate is a weak and useless she-wolf. I groan, is this another joke the moon goddess has played on me, in addition to my curse?

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Luca Marino Every fucking thing I did were necessary evils. As a Lycan King and mafia lord, I was used to that principle. Over the years, that exact mantra led me to the top. Drunk Serena had accused that I was mean. But, she didn’t know of my world just yet. This is why I had come up with a deal to keep her around. Since she was my mate, I had to keep her around to be complete. Oh, so holy.