The Lycan King Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

She pointed to me. I scoffed. “I don’t want your sloppy seconds, Shannon. Even if he was my mate, and I am not saying he is. It would be a cold day in hell before I accepted him as a mate. I would take the Lycan King over Brandon.” I threw my head back and laughed when she gasped. The Lycan king was the bogeyman of all wolves. The last Lycan to exist and one who lives in the wild. It’s said the only wolves that ever see his face are the council that oversees the packs.

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

His mate, rarer still, Lycan royalty almost never mingled openly with wolf society. "A Lycan mate," Marla mused, swirling her wine thoughtfully. "I wonder what sort of creature could tame a man like that. They say Lycan Kings go mateless for centuries, waiting." "Perhaps she's some noblewoman from Lypion," Damian offered, uninterested beyond the political weight of the announcement. "It hardly matters. What matters is every eye in the territories will be on Ashwood that night, and for once, they'll see exactly what they should have seen all along." He glanced toward Vivian with open pride. "A proper Luna. A pregnancy already underway. No more whispers, no more pity looks at council meetings.

Dax paced back and forth in his private quarters, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His true mate, Blaire, had eloped with his younger brother, leaving him heartbroken and in need of a replacement mate. He had always known that his family was not entirely supportive of his relationship with Blaire. As the Lycan King, he had certain duties and obligations to his pack, and some members of his family felt that Blaire was not the right choice for him. But he loved her with all his heart and was willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work,since they were mates bound together by the moon goddess.He winced in pain,His heart fil

~Astrid~ I felt something calling me, i didn’t know what it was that kept calling me but then i didn’t know what it was but i knew that the feeling was one that i couldn’t describe. “Oh my, did you see the Lycan King Dante? He looks like a statue that the moon goddess made herself.” “He doesn’t look like what we heard in stories as children, they said that Lycans were beasts that were merciless and ruthless but then he didn't look anything like that.”

Davina’s POV The Lycan King is my mate. I felt my heartbeat racing with each passing second, I tried to control my breathing and appear as small as possible away from him but when he leaned closer, I felt an intense spark from his touch alone, and a foreign sensation pulled between my legs, invoking a moan from within me.

She said, looking him in the eyes. His heart stopped as he wasn’t sure what she had decided to do. She had kept that from him. She hadn’t told him that he was right on them being mates, even though she had known since her birthday. The silence was deafening as Alexander waited for her to speak. When she did, what she said made his mouth about hit the floor. “I, Symphony Marie Greywood of Grey Moon Pack, hybrid of a Kolana/Mattra Wolf, accept you, Alexander David Silverstone King of the Lycans as my mate and king” Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke.

“No.” “You can’t keep running from what we are.” “I already told you I don’t accept it.” “But you won’t reject it either,” he said. “Deep down, you actually want it.” “No!” “Yes,” he said. “And you can’t keep lying to yourself.” He pulled away and left the bathroom. I stayed there for a moment, leaning against the sink, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. I had kept a big secret from my family. For a week, I hadn’t told them I had found my mate—and that mate was… the king! The lycan king! Would they even accept that?

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.