Mysterious Mate To The Lycan Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

The hope I didn't even know she had vanished, replaced by a deep, hollow grief. "I, Alaeric Blackthorn Prince of the Lycan Throne... do not accept you as my Luna." I didn't use the word "reject." Not yet. A full rejection would break her, and I didn't want her dead. I just wanted her out of my heart. "You will stay in this pack," I said, standing up and looking down at her like she was a servant. "I will give you a place to sleep and food to eat. You will be safe here. But you will never be my mate. You will never be my Queen.

My thoughts betrayed me, and fear gripped my heart. I knew what he was – a dragon. But he did not know that. He had no idea our world existed, left alone what a mate bond is, and let’s not forget the fact that a dragon did not have to follow the mate bond rules. That thought alone chilled me to my core again. “Our mate loves us. I could feel it. You need to stop acting like a scared little boy, Cassius. We are a Lycan Prince – true born of the Lycan Queen. We are warriors, second only to Jasmine in our realm. Snap out of it! You need to focus on here and now! And if you do not want to marry Irina, like we discussed, it is time for a poker game with mother!” he roared, bringing me back to my

She said and I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked and she gestured for me to listen. “When the lycans find their mate, they will mark them with their scent. As you mentioned he rubbed your neck, it’s their primal behavior. They are proud breed and wouldn’t show their feelings to anyone except their mates. I believe that Prince felt helpless and sadness from quiet a long time and he vented it out on you. That is what makes them ruthless and a bit scary. Since he is the pure descendent, he will tend to be fiercer. That is why the common education helped back then.” She explained and I was shocked.

Zahra looked up at the prince with confusion and interest " But why do you ask your majesty? " " Because Zahra, you are my mate " there was shock written all over the girl's face at the news. she had never expected that she would one day have a mate since she was only a hybrid, but not only did she have one she just found out that her mate was none other than the Lycan prince himself. it sounded too good to be true, she felt extremely happy and excited " Is that true? I am your mate?"

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The door swung open and immediately I was enveloped by the enticing scent of almonds and the forest rain. “Here he is now.” Ron said. Alpha Chase came into sight and it clicked in my head why Drakor pack rang a bell. They were the most powerful pack because of their Alpha. The rare he-wolf who stood before me now. A lycan. He stared down at me silently while I looked into his eyes. I should have been afraid but he had me intrigued. Everything about him left me captivated—from his warrior-like grace to his dangerously handsome features. The brows above his gorgeous amber eyes furrowed as he addressed my captors.

"Once the curse begins, the rage will grow, and the prince will become bloodthirsty and kill his mate in the rage." It is well known that the Lycan is one of the most respected and strongest of the werewolves, especially the royal family, which rules all werewolves and enjoys supreme power and wealth. What is not clear, however, is just how painful the price has been. The first king went berserk and killed his mate. His mate's blood bathed his pupils. When he came to his senses, he lay by the body of the Queen and cried for three days and nights before dying of exhaustion.

The look in her eyes was a painful reminder of the divide between our worlds, and I couldn't help but wonder how she truly perceived me now—a mere lycan. In the midst of my contemplation, a faint sound of unfamiliar footsteps crept towards my apartment. My senses honed in on the approaching presence, detecting the distinct aura of lycans. I quickly approached the door, peering through the small opening, and confirmed my suspicions as shadows drew nearer. With a sense of urgency, I snatched a shirt and swiftly climbed out of the window. My body was familiar with heights, and even from the fourth floor, leaping down posed no challenge.

I thought as I gulped in fear as he stared at me. He glared angrily at me and he looked like he wanted to devour me at that moment. "Ly..Lycan.." I managed to say as I brought down my eyes in fear. I didn't hear anything else as I looked up to see he was gone. "How can he be my mate?" I asked myself. I turned to see the peering eyes of people on me. "Someone who killed my entire family.." I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was as if my heart was pricked by a needle. Why does the mood goddess hate me so much? First she let all my family die in the hands of that ruthless Lycan king and now she made that same Lycan king my mate.