The Cursed Lycans Mate Iris And Cassian Novels & Stories

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.

Elias asked, scanning the room, sensing the tension in the air. "Is it true that a male Lycan can kill someone to get the person they want?" Elias nodded slowly. "Yes, but it's an ancient practice that has long been abolished in our packs today. But it used to be a thing in those days. The strongest gets the most desired female." I turned back to look at Kyren and Kael, and to my complete shock, they both had mischievous smiles spreading across their faces. Kyren turned to Kael, "I told you she loves you so much. Look at how protective and territorial she became."

Lucas Miatta’s words washed over me, weakening me totally. She was a virgin and I had accused of taking of a lover. My foolishness made me unworthy to stand before her perfect imperfections. Even I could not boast of being a virgin because lycans were very sexual peaked creatures. Virgins were rare to find in a world of pleasures like ours and yet my mate stood before me, with her virginity intact, the highest honour she could give me. I had acted irrationally, my jealousy had burned hot but now, I was left with the ashes of my mistakes.

His crimson-gold Lycan eyes flared with a blinding, incandescent brilliance that illuminated the dark shadows of his cheekbones. Inside his chest, his three-hundred-year-old Lycan beast—a creature that had slept in cold, solitary stoicism for centuries—woke up with a deafening, ecstatic roar that nearly shattered his iron self-control. MATE. The word exploded through Cassian’s mind like thunder. MY MATE. THE MOON GODDESS GAVE US OUR MATE.

. The girl moves forward. “Hi, Jelena. I’m Nevaeh, and that hot blond that walked in with me is Cassia.” She looks back to the hot blond in question. She and Mathias stepped to the side. They seem to be arguing. Then suddenly, she’s in his arms, and they’re kissing. I look back at the group with my eyebrows arched. Neveah laughs, waving her hand in their direction. “Don’t mind them. Cassia is Mathias’ mate. Mikhail, here is my mate. So you’re a werewolf, huh?” She says curiously. I look at Mikhail, who seems amused by his mate’s chatter. Azazel, on the other hand, chuckles. “Bloody hell Nevaeh. Quit acting star struck every time you meet a supernatural.” Nevaeh slaps him in the stomach. “Com

“For some reason, he can’t feel the mate bond. He doesn’t believe she’s his mate.” Lucifer sighed, his hands falling from my waist. “At least I knew you were mine. His is different. What if the curse has advanced, Ashlyn, and a mate is no longer what he needs to break it?” His agitation was clear. “We can’t give up,” I said firmly. “We’ll try this first. If it doesn’t work, we’ll find another way.” He began to pace. “And that crazy boy won’t come home or even speak to me. This is where he belongs, love. This is his pack to rule.”

Silver bullets are fatal for a Lycan; more than two can actually kill one. After taking out the guards, I follow the scent of my mate, and my blood boils at what I see. She's gently talking to Stefan, but he doesn't see reason. "Damn, did we miss the wedding?" Jokes Isaac and I glare at him. "They are not married... yet," "The dude is crazy, he kidnapped her just to marry her," He chuckles. "Of course he is, have you seen how hot and beautiful Arya Lavista is?" I smirk proudly. I walk up to them and shout,

the other said. “What if the alpha asks?” “We'll say she died and we buried her,” they concluded. My heart plummeted. What? They wanted to abandon me here? My fingers twitched. “We can't do that. Did you see the way he looked at her?” One asked. “He held compassion in them, and I've never seen the vicious lycan looking at any woman like that.” My stomach sank. I was mated to a vicious lycan? I stifled a gulp, feeling my stomach twist into knots.

But right now, he managed to get his revenge and wiped out the Blue Moon pack, restored the glory of the Howling Wolf pack, and now he would get his revenge on Iris for what her father had done to him and his family. "You can leave, Will," Cane said in cold tone, as he stood up from his seat and Iris trembled in fear with the sight of him. His body was even bigger than her brother or her father. He towered above her, looked down at her with so much malice in his dark eyes. The guard named Will walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving Iris with her predator. Iris tried to scamper away from him, but Cane had grabbed her shoulder and it was so painful. She felt like he would be able

Mother added, her voice almost trembling with pride, "And fully manifest your strength." I clenched my jaw, forcing back the jealousy that threatened to choke me. My hands, balled into fists, rested on my lap. "And after that, we'll arrange you with the Lycans. The ancient wolf needs a strong wolf by her side." Father's words felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. "But, Dad, what if I don't want to mate with the Lycans? What if I find my fated mate?" Hazel's voice trembled slightly, betraying her uncertainty.