Reject After Pregnant For My Lycan Mate Novels & Stories

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

It was a good thing to him, Lycan Christian felt excited at the thought of that. "Shall I continue Alpha? Or..." Neon trailed off with a raised brow. He tried to comprehend the excited look on Lycan Christian's face but his Alpha had always been someone with a complex expression. It was always hard to see right through him. Lycan Christian on the other hand was the only one who could understand the excitement he was feeling. The memories of his one night stand with Leila replayed in his head and if truly the kids were his then he saw it as an opportunity to claim Leila as his own.

Jefferson noticed DeLorna was about to lose consciousness and transformed immediately into his lycanthrope form and took her in his arms. He could hear her shuttering as she tried to ask questions but she was too weak to ask any questions so before she knew it she lost consciousness and fell asleep. He smiled looking at her sleeping face. She was sure to be beautiful even at sleep. Her brown hair had a different effect on him. Her jade-like skin was so white that he didn't want to stop touching it. Though her eyes were closed, there was a smile on her face. Her perfectly carved face was so beautiful he couldn't stop staring at her. Apart from the fact that she was his mate, he loved her dear

I say in a moan, giving him consent and expressing my desire to be his. I tilt my head to the side, willingly exposing my jugular to the Lycan. He takes this as a gesture of my submission to him and moves forward. Suddenly, an explosion erupts from the depths of my core as Marco sensually bites down on my neck, canine fangs sinking down into my flesh as we both reach full climax. I scream out his name as he jolts his firm throbbing length into me a couple more times, as his jaws remain clamped on my throat.

“I still don’t understand. Spell it out for me.” He took a step forward until he was standing in front of me. “You draw life from each other. You will age as he does, your very essence will be tied to him. You will have his strength and his speed. It will come slow, but within a few months, you will be a lycan. It is not something taken lightly. There is a council of lycans who oversees the process. They vet every mating before it happens.” No wonder he wanted us to show ourselves to the pack. He wanted to make it believable.

They ask if I'm alright, but deep down, I know it's not me. It's worse. It's Fiona. I try to reach out to her through the mate bond, but I'm met with a painful emptiness. The connection that I have felt all the time lately is gone. Panic grips my chest as I realize something is very, very wrong. Ignoring the concerned questions, I feel my body shifting into my Lycan form as I get to my feet, the transformation hastening my pace. The urgency of the situation drives me, and I rush towards our apartment. As if on cue, my men follow me, flanking me as I race against time.

I asked the doctor almost immediately. Amelia’s head shot up, and she glared at me. “Don’t you dare think of taking my baby out of me.” “Exactly,” Caleb said. “Why would you want to do that to my sister? The decision is not yours alone to make.” I looked at her parents for an answer. The doctor hadn’t said much, but I already knew what was going to happen anyway. I had already researched it, and I knew that it was going to be hard for two of us to have a child in this era. If it was when I had a family and when our people were still alive, they had a secret recipe that would be used to regulate pregnancy for when two pure-blooded lycans meet.

This was not the fight for my wolf form. “Ready for your death?” Freya asked. “Sure, see you there,” I told her, and we attacked each other. I focused on my strength, drawing power and will from Linda and our bond with Demetrius, the Lycan king. I dodged Freya's attack and could see she was getting angry. She was aiming at my stomach; she must have noticed I was pregnant. She managed to cut my arm, and I pulled back from her. “Well, you are something else,” she admitted. She must not have expected me to fight like I was.

I knew it was the doings of the lycan shadow guards on the allure. Relief washed over me as I jammed the skulls of the rogues together. Tara was safe… My mate was safe. A memory flashed; I left Sophia to come help Tara. Immediately, I mind-linked my beta, Jayden, “Jay, what is the situation over there like?” “The Luna is safe; you need not worry,” he replied. I inhaled sharply, but before I could exhale, small hands were thrown on my waist in an attempt to hug me in my lycan form. I stiffened as the sweet scent of my mate polluted my lungs.

He hadn’t touched me since I got pregnant. “You are pregnant, little wolf,” his voice dropped, a mix of dominance and tenderness. “I could hurt you.” His brows creased, and I felt his fear through the bond. “I’m not weak anymore, Reign. I’m half Lycan, remember?” I whispered, refusing to look away. He held onto his control. “We can just wait… it will only be a few weeks. When they’re out, I…” I cut him off. “We are mates, Reign. And we haven’t even completed the mating process.” I took his hand, guided it to my hips, and held it there. My heart raced. “I want you, Reign. So bad.”