Mysterious Mate To The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

She felt like she'd been destroyed, like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. Aria's tears slowed, replaced by a deep sadness. "What about the connection we felt when we first met?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ryker laughed. "Wait, you must be joking," he said, his eyes mocking. "You really thought I wanted you to be my mate?" Aria's face fell, her eyes widening in shock.

The thought of her ending up like the others terrified me. I never wanted that. But now, with the scent drawing closer, something shifted. Excitement stirred low in my chest at the thought of meeting my mate for the first time. She would be perfect. Refined. Powerful. Different from the others. Well-fitting. Like the current Lycan Queen. Regal. Graceful. I began to search in earnest. --- And then her scent hit me. Sweet. Strong. Mine. My Lycan roared in recognition, clawing up my spine, rattling my control. I froze as the pull slammed into me, sharp and absolute, dragging me forward like a hook sunk deep into my soul.

I was no longer a danger to her. Unknown POV I had seen possessive mates lay claim in a thousand different ways over my long life. Lycans were always the most theatrical, the most foolishly transparent. And I knew, with a certainty that settled in my ancient bones, that the so-called Rogue Human was exactly that: the fated mate of the Crown Prince of the Lycans. The imbecile. The one who dared reject the Crown—his very birthright had determined he would wield. The one who bore the Mark of the Deity on his skin.

I lunged at him through the bars, my canines extended, ready to rip him to shreds. “See, there you are. A dangerous beauty. You will make me a wealthy man, ma Chérie.” “Who are you and what do you want with us?” Mama called out to him. He turned back to us. “Ah! The only human woman between the she-wolves. You are the Lycan’s mate, nés pas?” “Yes, and he will find us and end your miserable life, you piece of donkey shit!” Mama spat on his bright, black shoes.

The bastard is unhinged and I really do not want to lose my cool. “Your mate? Why haven’t you fucking marked her yet, if she is your mate? You’re the lycan prince, you can’t go this long without claiming her, if she is yours.” I just glare at him. I know explaining to him that she wasn’t ready is going to be a waste of time, he doesn’t owe me any explanation either. “She would make you stronger, that is why you want her. Just accept it.” This time, I laugh, through the annoyance, I actually laugh because it is funny. I’ve heard crazy things regarding my mate since I met her, but this is the craziest of them all.

It was sacred, a divine blessing from the Moon Goddess herself. “Is this true?” the Lycan Prince asked, furrowing his brows in confusion, his voice low. I lowered my head. I knew what he was thinking. If it was true, if I did in fact have a mate, then not even the Lycan Royal family could force me to break that bond. I could read his thoughts on his face.

Thirteen years ago, before the Lycan Prince - Prince Alaric - had died, the two of them were considered the future of the werewolf nation. Now that future was broken. My thoughts pivoted back to the banquet. Earlier, Simon had told me that a lot of the pack Luna’s had agreed to come, which had surprised me. Females supporting females, maybe? Or nothing better to do? The banquet was an excuse for a night out, after all. Just then, Asher strolled by, looking more relaxed than ever, my eyes catching on him and the way he moved. He couldn’t attend the banquet with a posture like that - and he definitely couldn’t talk in that lazy, informal way he always did.

Renee can’t bring herself to say it. “ Mate Mark. ” I utter and the world slows down for a while. “ Who was it? Did you find your mate? ” She steps away from me cautiously. Deep grey eyes keep revolving in my mind. The indifference, the amusement, and the strange glint. My heartbeat escalates until I can’t breathe anymore. No way. A Princess marked by a man she doesn’t even know…That sounds just…Impossible. This man is from the South, an enemy and he is a Lycan which means he is closely related to the man I am promised to. That’s just oil to the fire.

I began, "I mean, we just came into over a billion dollars." Tilting his head in question, he said, "If you’re a part of their Pack then tell me who you're mated with." "Wait, you don't know him? I assumed he had set this up to teach me a lesson." "No, nobody set it up. We do what we want!" he shouted. "What's his name?" "His name is David. He's in line to be the next Alpha. Just call him and tell him that you have his mate kidnapped. He's really devoted to me and won't hesitate to pay up."

I get up too and cross my arms against my chest. "I'm your Luna and I order you to speak, now," I command. She flinches at my tone, and I close my eyes momentarily, wishing I hadn't spoken to her like that. "I found my mate," "That's good news, why are you crying then? Did he reject you?" I narrow my gaze. She shakes her head, no. "Why didn't you tell us?" "My mate is from The Grey Lycan Pack, and he's gone back to his pack."