The Cursed Lycans Mate Iris And Cassian Novels & Stories

“I'm so sorry Iris… your father told me last night, there was nothing I could do” I was frozen in place as my life flashed before my eyes. The Lycan king was termed the beast Lycan because of his infamous reputation. He'd been married five times and all his wives had gone missing within months. The rumors were that he was cursed and he'd killed them, or worse, eaten them. I couldn't believe my father hated me enough to practically sell me to the beast. Was this how my life would end prematurely? “I'm not going to get married,” I said in a low voice, and I meant it. I'd been weak for too long, let people walk over me and insult me. Enough.

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.

“I wanted to speak about the mating.” Cedric looks relieved and happy at the subject change. “Yes, of course! Did you have a date in mind? We’re open to whatever works best for you. I’m just so happy that you’re still happy to continue with this alliance and mating.” Lucian fights to keep the smile from his face. He’s really about to ruin Cedric’s day. He’s just glad his mom isn’t here. She’s absolutely going to fight him on this, but he doesn’t care. Iris is his fated mate. He’d defy the goddess herself for his fated mate.

“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.”

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.

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.

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?"

“Well, allow me to educate you for a moment. Most lycans are level headed. We live for centuries. It’s a lot easier to learn how to regulate your emotions, especially when you’re as strong as we are, but if there’s one thing that is guaranteed to piss a lycan off, it is perceived disrespect towards their mate. I have heard of stories of educated men burning down villages because someone looked at their mate wrong.” “That’s horrible,” I whispered, but all she did was shrug. “Maybe, but my point is that Carlos wouldn’t dare to say anything to you because it wouldn’t matter that he’s Elias’ best friend, he’d be dead before he finishes his sentence.”

I thought as I gulped in fear as he stared at me. He glared angrily at me and he looked like he wanted to devour me at that moment. "Ly..Lycan.." I managed to say as I brought down my eyes in fear. I didn't hear anything else as I looked up to see he was gone. "How can he be my mate?" I asked myself. I turned to see the peering eyes of people on me. "Someone who killed my entire family.." I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was as if my heart was pricked by a needle. Why does the mood goddess hate me so much? First she let all my family die in the hands of that ruthless Lycan king and now she made that same Lycan king my mate.