My Mate Is The Lycan King Novels & Stories

She was mine, I could feel that, but my beast was blocking me and her out. “Mum, help me, please. Why did he kill you? I need to know who you were?” Came her voice, my eyes went to hers suddenly, but she was not awake, I had hugged her until she fall asleep in my arms, then I shifted her so I could sit up holding her against my chest, I needed to look at her. I could not lose her like I had Claire. I would protect her at all costs. Tomorrow I would tell her about her pack and the fact that I was the Lycan King, ruling over all Lycans and werewolves. Would she like me knowing who I was and what I have done? After all, my holidays were nearly over and I would have to go back home soon. Would s

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet us. I would like to introduce you to Christine here. She is the sister of the Lycan King." King Drake, a formidable presence with an air of authority, stood tall and regal. His eyes, a striking shade of emerald, immediately locked onto me. "Related to the Lycan King, you say? Yet you are not a Lycan yourself. How is that so?" he enquired, his voice a rich baritone that resonated through the valley. "His mate is descended from the Lycans, and is the Lycan Queen. Daemon became one after they mated," I answered.

“From someone who has been searching for you both since the day you were born.” “Who?” Nicholas asked, his hazel eyes narrowing. Kathy’s gaze snapped to him, a questioning look crossing her face. “He is my mate,” I said, crossing my arms. “Answer his question.” Kathy and Ben exchanged another glance, something unreadable passing between them before they looked back at us. “The Lycan King.” We all froze. A Lycan King? What on earth were they talking about? I let out a dry laugh. “And is the flying tooth fairy after us too?”

When he spoke, his words were not only for the present, but for the future. “The Guardians always watch. We care nothing for bloodlines, but only for who can bear the weight of the crown.” His gaze swept the room, every eye fixed on him. “In our sight, Nyra is not only the king’s mate. She is the Luna of the Lycán Empire. And we will kneel to her, if need be.”

Ever since I introduced Dante to the family, I knew he took a liking to my twin, Jasmine. Just like every other man that came into my life. For years, I tried to understand what was so special about her that had them falling out of love with me to blindly chase her. When I discovered Dante as my mate, I thought it was all over. He was my mate. Our bond ran deeper than mere feelings. But I was wrong. To make things worse, Jasmine entertained his flirting and eventually began seeing him behind my back. When my mother brought up the proposal of her marrying the Lycan King to create an alliance, I thought things would change for the better with a fiance in the picture but i was wrong.

“You said it yourself, you need some clothes. I need to kit you out anyway. There will be events that you will need to attend as my mate and jeans and a top just won’t do.” “Events?” “I am the Lycan King.” “I don’t want you to do this. I’m not your property.” “You are my mate and I will provide everything you need.” She stares at me, annoyance creeping in on her face. I could already feel the argument coming. “I am not a doll for you to dress up and parade around!” “I never said you were. But as my mate, you are expected to attend certain things.” “I’m not fucking yours and I will never be. There is no way on this Earth I am letting those fucking teeth near my neck.”

I tried my best to keep my eyes off him, but the intoxicating scent of him kept pulling me back unconsciously. “I suspect he’s our mate, Ellie, but isn’t it uncommon to have a second chance mate this quick?” my wolf, Ru, asked, but I shut her out quickly. I was wondering the same thing before she spoke, and I needed to know what that meant for me, and my future, being the Lycan King’s mate, but I couldn’t dare ask. The Lycan King was not Vito, they were two different wolves with different authorities, and if the rumors I’d heard about the king were true, then he was very strict, merciless, and straight-up evil.

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the