The Cursed Lycans Mate Iris And Cassian Novels & Stories

Cassandra looked at me, nodding, giving me the permission to go and kill those who we were sure were part of the massacre that killed our family years ago. I growled despite my pain, jumping on them one by one, either detaching their heads from their bodies or their throats, ripping them off. I looked at the rest of the Lycans, our backups, who took them one by one, watching as they ran before chasing them, enjoying the predator and prey game. However, I couldn’t manage keeping up as my forearm gave up on me, forcing me to limp, making me stop. I looked at Iris who ran toward me, supporting me with her body. I purred, rubbing my muzzle against hers.

“No, I’m done with this. Whatever has been going on. I know it has to do with your jealousy. We’re going to figure it out. Now.” Lucian frowns. “Jealousy? What’s going on?” Iris looks at Cassian, waiting for him to explain. When he makes no move to, she speaks. “Cassian has been feeling some jealousy regarding the three of us and the whole fated mates thing.” Lucian’s eyes widen with understanding. He turns to Cassian. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Great, because that’s actually screwed up. I think you should maybe skip school for a while until the scent fades from Ste-phen’s memory, which is going to take a while.” “Skip school?” Mason shook his head. “No, I can’t do that. I’ve got tests around the corner. Exams are coming up soon. I can’t miss another class. I’ve missed enough this semester, and it’s driving me crazy.” “So you prefer someone ending up like James and his friends, who are still in the hospital… crippled?” “He won’t go that far,” Mason said, though panic rose within him. “It seems you don’t understand how dangerous a Lycan can be if someone messes with their mate.”

He looked at her, his expression was impassive and his deep-set eyes portrayed no feelings. “Thank you,” Riley said, getting to her feet. He arched an eyebrow at her, “Thank you?” She nodded, “Yes, thank you for rescuing me from whatever was going on there.” “Lycans.” He said with fury in his eyes. “Those bloody Lycans invaded the pack and they’re attacking everyone. This spells a new beginning for me then.” He averted his eyes from her so she wouldn’t see the murderous glint in them.

“The white Lycan is most certainly NOT a myth. As I was saying, we were to go to a pack, ask about the Lycan, if we were turned away or they didn’t have the white Lycan we were to burn everything.” I had to stop and take a deep breath. This is not my proudest moment in time. “So, we did that, then we needed to go to another pack, and another, and another. Finally, we ended up at Wye Moon. At this point we had pretty much figured out that this guy wasn’t going to accept us as pack members, and we were getting tired of all of the destruction and mayhem. We would have probably agreed to anything as long as we didn’t have to deal with that old rogue, or hurt anyone else, again, but Elaina… she w

"The only solution is for her to stay calm. The Luna should not trigger her wolf. Stress, fear, or heightened emotions could initiate an impromptu shift. But if Hera decides to push for it, there’s little anyone can do. Luna has to fight it herself, and in her current state..." He didn’t need to finish the sentence. I knew what he was implying. Hera would tear through Cassie’s weakened body to reclaim control, and it might kill her in the process. My chest tightened painfully at the thought. Before I could respond, a piercing scream ripped through the air, sharp and desperate. Filled with anguish and unbearable torment. "Something is wrong with Mate" Nox growled furiously. Cassie. For a seco

I said. "True. But the one thing I know for sure is that if Cyrus ever meets his real fated mate then there is no other power strong enough to keep a Lycan away. Whatever curse she put on him will be shattered instantly. It's not like with werewolves. Lycans' mate bonds are way more powerful and they are very rare," Lowell explained. "I see," I said. I looked at him and I felt a sudden curiosity. "So? Have you found your fated mate yet?" I asked Lowell and I noticed that he seemed to be blushing beneath all that fur and those scars.

As the weight of Captain Orion's words settled in, the slaves stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with fear and despair. The air was heavy with tension, and the only sound was the distant howling of wolves, a haunting reminder of the brutal fate that awaited those who failed to comply. Aria's heart seethed with bitterness towards Benson, she wondered what would happen again as Benson has proven to be evil and cruel. She wished silently in her heart that he would not dare come near her again.

I quickly typed a reply. Lyra: Why aren’t you answering my calls? And what exactly happened to that girl? Cassian’s response came almost instantly. Cassian: I can’t take your call because Alaric is right beside me. I still don’t know exactly what happened to Iris. We’re on our way to the hospital. And… Cass is with us. I sat straighter, disbelief slamming into me. What the hell was this? I had to speak to Alaric—no matter what. How could he allow Cassandra to be at his side? That shameless woman. That cursed woman!

He punched the desk in annoyance, angry at himself, but not to the extent of splitting the harmless piece of furniture. I folded my hands on my lap, broken at his hurt. Iris may still occupy a compartment in his heart, but I'd do everything it took to get my mate to forget her. He needs someone who wouldn't lie to him; someone who wouldn't fuck another dick when already mated. Someone like me. "Ludovic is a Lycan, same as his fucking father. Most of their soldiers are too, and now, he's got Iris too. How do we stop them?"