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.

“Oh, honey.” “I know it doesn’t mean anything,” I continued. “I know he loves Evangeline. I know I’m just a contract. But it’s messing with my head. The way he looks at me sometimes. The way his hands feel. I can’t tell what’s real and what I’m imagining.” Silence stretched on the line. Then Sasha spoke. “Lisa, listen to me carefully. Don’t take it seriously. None of it means what you want it to mean. He’s a Lycan Alpha with a sick mate and no heir. You’re the solution to his problem.”

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

Hazel's voice trembled slightly, betraying her uncertainty. "Are you already seeing someone, Hazel?" Mother's eyes widened in surprise. "No, mum," Hazel replied quickly, but her words were barely a whisper. "Good! The Lycans are the pack deserving of us. We can't afford to not build an alliance with them," Father insisted, his gaze hard and unyielding. I swallowed hard, my stomach sinking. "What about me, Father? Why don't I mate with the Lycans instead?" My voice was quieter than I intended, a sense of desperation creeping in as I looked at him.

We didn't need to air our plans to investigate while we were here. "Alpha Brennan, it's a pleasure to be here at the Redwood pack." A wave of caramel and vanilla hit me like a truck, and I sucked in a breath to take in more of it. My mouth watered, and my lycan surged to the surface, screaming MATE! as he pushed against the walls of my mind to shift. I fell to my knees, struggling to restrain him long enough to look at Brennan and his son. Mate? How could that be? This was the first pack on our trip. How could we possibly find her this quickly?

“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.”