The Cursed Lycan's Mate Novels & Stories

I couldn’t guess. I was dressed as an omega, and to say I was his bitch would have everyone laughing in his face. “And if they don’t believe me,” I went on, “I’ll show them your mark on my neck. The Doyles swore a Lycan’s mating bite glows in the dark. Let’s try that, because we don’t even have the sun up.”

Because though he hadn't conceived with her yet, his brother enjoyed participating with Sonja as if he couldn't do that at any time. Viper was aware that he could stay on the ship this season. However, he'd already had to scare several males away from his mate, and his den brothers also had. Humans were rare for those Lycan that didn't go to earth. So, mating with one always seemed to appeal to them. He didn't want to spend the season killing males left and right because he doubted, he would be able to stop at just besting them. He also did not want any females challenging her on the other side of it.

The fragment answered the confussion, and how his devouring and housing the soul able him to turn into that very soul! “You're the most unlikely lycan under heaven, don't you think? You can do everything, even turn the tide of the war,” a somewhat conflicted voice fill his mind. It added, now with contentment, “However, the tide must go on. Despite that, remember that you're mine, my one and only adorable mate, Hawati...”

My words trail off. She nods wordlessly Seeing her countenance, I quickly add "There's one thing you should know. As powerful as Lycans are, especially female Lycans. They have who they submit to. Who can calm their rage when they're going out of control. That person is their one true mate. You need to understand and accept the fact that what happened was an accident. As great as your powers are, the only person you're not powerful enough to hurt or kill is me, your one true mate. So stop beating yourself up!

We always travel with a big group to prevent any power hungry wolves or rouges from getting any ideas since we are the most powerful kingdom of Lycans in North and South America. As Lycans we are closer to being directly descended from the Moon Goddess, so we are bigger, much stronger and faster, and we can live for hundreds of years beyond even the long life span of werewolves. Which is why when or should I say if we ever find a mate once we mark them they slowly turn into Lycan as well. Unlike werewolves we can be mated to anyone, supernatural beings or even humans, and nothing in our mates life aside from already being with a fated mate can prevent us from taking and marking them. I perso

"Before he claims her fully. Before the mate bond is complete. It's easier to break a partial bond than a full one." "Easier? It'll still destroy him." "He survived it once before." "Barely. The curse..." "Will consume him eventually anyway," Aldric interrupts. "At least this way, the kingdom survives. We can find him a suitable mate, a proper Lycan, someone strong enough to handle his beast without being an abomination herself." My nails dig into my palms. Abomination. Monster. Dangerous. Is that what I am?

“ You saw my memories? ” I was dumbfounded. “ I was not imagining all that? ” Tyson exhaled a breath before he pulled away and dropped beside me. My gaze met the ceiling as I tried to make sense of what just happened. “ Does this happen to all mates? ” Tyson murmured. He was clueless because, for decades, Lycans were cursed to not feel any bond—which included the mate bond. They couldn’t recognize their mate but Queen Lenora and Alpha King Striker broke that curse recently and now, Lycans could mate with their true mates instead of getting forced to choose people to mate with.

He took a deep breath and looked at her with weary eyes. “He promised me life.” Maria looked at him with a raised brow, not quite understanding what he meant. Before she could ask further questions, he continued explaining. “I'm not living past the next blood moon.” Maria gasped at the revelation. He continued. “I've been cursed since I left my pack in Lycanthia. I was born as one of the rare Lycans in my packs. Someone framed me for a crime I didn't commit and my father kicked me out of the pack. I don't have much time Maria. That's why I was overjoyed when I found my mate. At least I get to spend my last days with someone I love.”

“As if I would ever be with you.” I could feel my chin tremble as tears threatened to surface, but I held back my sobs. "You really have no idea, do you?” he asked. “No idea about what?” I asked. “You are my mate.” I gasped, covering my mouth. “It’s a moot point though,” he said. “I’m officially rejecting you now.” My heart was breaking. Everyone in the Moon Pack, including David, was intent on crushing my spirit. My chest felt like it was caving.

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”