Novel & Cerita The Cursed Lycan's 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

Buried beneath Neal’s claim, and the moment she rejected him… It awakened, a mate bond so sweet. My chest tightened as the new connection pulsed once beneath my skin. Stronger. Clearer. Alive. And through it I felt her. Faint. Weak. But there. My lycan roared to life inside me. “She’s calling me.” Russ stared. “Aleric…” But I was already moving. Every instinct in my body had locked onto the direction the bond pulled me toward like a compass finding true north. My vision darkened with fury. “He has my mate,” I growled. Russ’s expression hardened instantly.

* Star Blood Pack — Ryder’s Private Chamber * A violent jolt ripped through Ryder’s chest, so strong he stumbled, bracing himself against the cold stone wall. Aiden roared inside him, claws scraping his mind. “She awakens! The bond burns! Our mate calls—now!” Fangs slid from Ryder’s gums, his golden eyes blazing bright. His hands split open, claws replacing fingers as the beast struggled to break free. “Control... control...!” Ryder snarled, fighting the surge. His skin burned. His bones shifted painfully as the Lycan within pushed forward, scenting Crystal’s power from miles away. Luca burst into the room. “Alpha! What’s wrong?!”

We lie in silence. “So, you are my mate?” I ask him, and I feel his body stiffens. “I am, and now you know, I would never kill you. I would die if I did.” “Really?” “Typical, they didn't tell you the whole truth.” He mumbles. “What do you mean by ‘typical’?” “Nothing important," he says dismissive ly. "But if anything were to happen to you, I wouldn’t survive. Unfortunately, that’s how lycans are. We are doomed the moment we find our mates.”

My wolf chuckled slightly as he pushed forward, following the sweet scent of our mate. It seemed sort of familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Blake's POV As if hearing my thoughts, an evil smile played at his lips as he leaned his chin against her shoulder. She was still thrashing about but he didn't even seem to notice. Ah, the perks of being a male wolf. But I wasn't surprised why many girls would play along with Marcus's games, he was a handsome young man. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. His tan skin was fair and he tended to get all the girls he wanted. Even if they still wanted to be with me.

They spoke about different kinds of prayers, different verses of their scriptures that appealed to the moon goddess depending on the affliction. I hesitated then. Even now, standing before my brothers, I felt a tightness in my chest remembering that moment. I hadn’t wanted to tell them about Lucian’s condition. I didn’t want to admit aloud that my brother, one of the mighty Blackwood Alphas, might be cursed. But I asked anyway. “Can a lycan be cursed?” I had forced the words out, my voice low and rough. Only one of the disciples answered me. She stepped forward, her eyes clearer than the others, her voice strong.

I question as I think over the last few minutes since I have left him. He sits at his desk, opens a drawer, and pulls out our law book. “Do you know what it says about werewolves interacting with Lycans?” He asks calmly as he places it on the desk and flips open to a bookmarked page. “I have a feeling you will be telling me again whether I remember or not. So, you can just read it for me if you wish?” Confusion still drapes over me as I hear him begin his words. “No werewolf pack member is to be Mated to a Lycan. If it is to be said a werewolf of this pack is mated to a Lycan, the werewolf must immediately reject the Lycan.” He slams the book shut and looks hard at me.

“What am I missing?” “It is because of my great grandfather that the lycan’s were cursed. He had found his mate and forced her to return to this pack. He never told her but he wiped out her entire pack because they kept trying to take her back. She eventually found out and attempted to leave him, but he ended up losing control of his lycan and he killed her. That is why the moon goddess cursed us.” “And you want me to be okay with you mating to my Alpha’s daughter?”

Every Lycan who has found their mate has it and it only gets brighter as they mark and mate with their chosen. His anger softened when he saw the tears glimmering in his mother’s eyes. “Oh, my dear Bryan…” His mother reached her hands up and he took them, squeezing them lightly. Everyone back in the Ortiz Kingdom had been worried that their future king didn’t have a mate since in the Lycan age, He’d spent a century looking for a mate. “You have to break the fetters of the mate bond,” Edric growled, “That’s the only way to win the war.”

He’d have to hand it to his professional hacker, but that would take time. His men were now protecting Ethan. Lucian paced the space, shoulders tense. “Now I remember where I’ve heard the name Zoyara.” Eric stood. “A Lycan? From your past?” Panic laced his voice. “Is she linked to A… I mean, him?” “She’s a werewolf,” Lucian paused, drifting into thought. “She was Aldric’s mate in the past… and why she’s alive, I don’t understand. She’s not a Lycan. She’s a werewolf.”