The Cursed Lycan's Mate Novels & Stories

“Not mine. Mine was Elena. I don’t feel connected to that rogue either. She was a total stranger to me.” Lucian found the situation too odd. He grew up with the knowledge that every lycan could only have one mate. Having a second-chance mate made him confused. That was something he never saw coming. ‘I can tell you that she’s our second-chance mate! The mate bond kicks in like crazy! Fucking release me so we can talk!’ “We are goddamn talking, Argus!” He gritted his teeth, annoyed. ‘I said release me!’ “Then you have to fucking wait!”

“The Lycan’s mate.” I trembled harder and Justin halted. He didn’t care when the book mentioned killing him but the second it talked about me, he took a moment and paused, eyeing the blue magic light in pondering bewilderment. “What about the Lycan’s mate?” Justin said in gruff exhale. “The Lycan’s mate is the key to everything! To ensure this horrible breed is whipped out for good. The Lycan is hard to kill, but his mate will end the line of Lycan’s for all to come! She is the one who must die and—”

He stood at the edge of the room with his chest heaving and his hands shaking, and he did not come closer, could not come closer, though I did not know how I knew that, I just knew it the way you know that fire is hot and ice is cold. "You are my mate," he said, and his voice was hollow, empty, like someone had carved out his insides and left nothing but echoes. "The goddess has cursed me." I knew what a mate was because every human knew, even the children, even the ones who had never seen a Lycan in their lives.

He stood at the edge of the room with his chest heaving and his hands shaking, and he did not come closer, could not come closer, though I did not know how I knew that, I just knew it the way you know that fire is hot and ice is cold. "You are my mate," he said, and his voice was hollow and empty, like someone had carved out his insides and left nothing but echoes. "The goddess has cursed me." I knew what a mate was because every human knew, even the children, even the ones who had never seen a Lycan in their lives. The Lycans believed in a sacred bond, a connection between two souls that the Moon goddess herself had woven together, and that bond was rare and sacred and unbreakable, and he w

“But he doesn't have a mate” “Do lycans have mates? I heard they just pick someone they fancy and mate with them. Just like us” “Where did you hear that? That's a lie. Lycans have fated mates, they only have one potential mate who they can mate with their entire life. I also heard that they die if their mates dies” “I also heard they are very rare to find. Some Lycan kings died without ever finding their true mates and only mated other female to get an heir”

“Lily’s father is the Alpha of Grainjer pack, one of the most powerful werewolf packs. Our union has been blessed by him so our pack will benefit from his support and protection. I will not let you ruin that because of your petty selfishness.“ “Petty selfishness? I’m the selfish one here?” It all felt like I was stuck in a fever dream. “Kylan love, let’s get this over with already. You have nothing left to say to this lowlife, severe the mate bond. Do it now.” Lily demanded and I could see where this was leading. No way. There was absolutely no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of rejecting me. “Fine.” I said. “Have it your way. I, Maya Renshaw, reject you, Alpha Kylan Greene, as

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."

"Dad, where are you taking her to?" Angela asked her father as she got up from where she was sitting. "To the pack's council," her father replied, his voice firm and unyielding. Angela's eyes widened in alarm as she realized the severity of the situation. "But dad, they could kill her for that," she said, her voice trembling with concern. "Getting pregnant before having a mate, especially before the mating ceremony, is an abomination. And such a person will be stoned to death or taken to the forest and tied up for a rogue to eat her up."

Me, the Lycan King, pacing and gnawing at myself like some restless pup. Lucian leaned against the stone wall, calm as ever, though his sharp gaze betrayed the weight of what he saw. He knew. He always knew. From the latest report, my little wolf still slept. Hours had passed, yet she hadn’t stirred. Part of me hoped she’d sleep through the night. Maybe into the dawn. Maybe forever. Because the moment she woke, I’d have no choice but to face what was already gnawing at me. The bond. The gods-damned, cursed mate bond.

With a jolt, I snapped out of my reverie, realizing the urgency of the situation. Taking a brief pause to collect my thoughts, I responded, "I and Sarah were having lunch at a restaurant when a lycan suddenly attacked us. It caught us off guard, leaving us unable to flee or defend ourselves in our weaker form. That's just it." My mother interjected, her voice filled with concern, "But Rachel, we saw the video. Where did the other lycan come from? Why did it defend you?"