The Cursed Lycan's Mate Novels & Stories

Jason winked at Ella hoping she would take the bait. "Mark me?" Ella played a fool. She was not ready to let him know that she was a Luna. She was attracted to him but she did not trust him as yet. "Yes. You know. You will be my mate!" Officer Duke baited her on. "Mate. What is this marking that you speak of. Is it some sort of ritual?" Ella blinked innocently. "No Ella. It is not a ritual." Jason looked frustrated. His plan wasn't working. " It's when a wolf finds the one that is meant to her his. You know. Like a soulmate. He marks her and they are mated forever."

Blanche sighed dreamily as she looked over her shoulder to where a tense Cyrus was hunched over the table, staring at the map. Even he had looked like he wanted to snap at her to shut up a few times. But he was a good man, and even though he was hurting and on the verge of taking it out on someone else, he refused to let that person be innocent, little Blanche. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways. Perhaps Blanche is onto something. Lycans have difficulty finding fated mates they have for decades, but maybe it's because their mates aren't always the same species?" Aurora offered as she winked encouragingly at me.

JAROD'S POV I was angry, mad at the Moon goddess for playing with me. How could Layla be alive and not just that, she is now mated to the lycan king? He has even marked her, and I was sure he mated with her. Seeing her as a slut will forever be a memory. She would have opened her legs for him.

In my memories, she stands before me in another life, fierce, radiant, and untouchable. The woman who once held my heart in her hands and crushed it to seal my fate. I loved her with a madness that terrified even me. I would have wasted empires for one smile. Instead, she chose betrayal and left me to rot. And now here she is again. My Bella. My curse. My salvation. I'm trembling. Actually fucking trembling under her touch. The great Lycan King, reduced to shaking like a boy because his mate is looking at him with something dangerously close to tenderness.

Only twins or triplets - whichever the case may be are able to remain strong and alive after being marked by one mate. I really don't know the reason behind her telling me this. Was this supposed to make me feel better? “Sadly it's not.” She sighed. I sigh too, disheartened. “Look at me.” Rowan ordered. And I did as he commanded. “I’ll give you a few hours to sleep over this. Prepare your mind to reject the Lycan and become my mistress.” The seriousness in his voice sent chills down my spine. What the fuck is he talking about?

He muttered, rubbing the side where the blow had landed against. “Stay away from her! You bloody bastard! I'll murder you if I catch you sneaking around Lazaro. I may be slow, you may be a hybrid, and you may be faster, but know this: I am a lycan, and she is my mate! I will not watch you this time, I promise.” I threatened, sure enough for my tone to carry finality in them, I could see he understood all I had said. and for a brief moment, his expression had cracked.

The council pressured me to bring a Luna to them, and just a few days before the full moon celebration, which is the day I was going to present my mate to the pack, who was going to be the Luna of my pack, I found an Omega as my Luna. Hell no! I can't accept her. My thoughts were interrupted by a heavy clash of sounds. Alice just slapped her across the face. Brute raged with anger, and this time it was just like a tiny needle gap for Brute to take over, and I bet Alice's limps will be completely ripped off from her body. I couldn't allow my chosen mate to go through such a painful death. "That's enough." I halted her in her act of smacking her hand across her face for the second time.

The white lycan saw that it was its mate who had killed the lycan. And his blood immediately appeared on Amelia's hands. Cara shuddered as she realized that this must have been the vision Amelia had the previous day coming to pass. He wasn’t happy as he wanted to kill the lycan itself. His eyes caught hold of Matilda who was trying to move to her dead mate. He growled and immediately pounced on her and what followed next was a very bloody scene. By the time the lycan backed away, he was holding a heart in its claws which he crushed without a second thought.

that particular kind of stillness, that resignation. Then he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Your highness. If their mate bond is broken, the curse will return. It will take full form in your nephew, and the prophecy will come to pass exactly as it was written. She's managed to subdue the curse so far ... but only because of her lycan blood…" "Wait. What? She's a lycan?" The word left me sharper than I intended.

“You are my mate.” Her blood ran cold. Mate. The word rang in her ears like a curse. She had heard the old tales. Lycans did not choose their mates; they were chosen by the Moon Goddess. The bond was unbreakable. And now, the most powerful Lycan in existence claimed she was his fated mate? “No.” She shook her head. “That can’t be true. I’m human.” His lips curled into something that was almost a smirk. “That does not matter.”