The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novels & Stories

My newly awakened wolf, Kiera, stirs within me and I almost have a heart attack when she utters the word: “Mate” as I look at Alpha Killian. She starts skipping around in excitement and chanting the word over and over again in my mind. I can feel my euphoria mounting, I did not only survive his mark; it turns out that I’m his mate. I’m mated to the Lycan King!

I needed to get out of the tent, away from her scent, away from the terrifying relief her presence brought me. It worked. The poison is quiet. My mind is sharp. I can command again. And she is the reason. That is the only truth that matters, and the only truth I must kill. I am the Lycan King. I lead this war alone. I survive this wound alone. I cannot allow the Mate Bond to become the antidote, because the antidote is the prophecy. I will find a true cure. I will find a way to cut this dependency out of my chest, just like I plan to cut out the silver. I need to get as far away from her as possible before the sweet numbness turns into a craving.

“I guess you know that already since the wolf called me by my name earlier.” “Naia,” I repeat, savoring the sound of her name. “It suits you.” She yawns again, her eyes fluttering closed before snapping open. “Wait, where are we going?” “To rest,” I assure her. “We’ll be at the palace before you know it.” Her eyes snap open wider this time. “Palace?” I grin, knowing the next revelation will leave her reeling. “I’m the Lycan King of the western territory.”

He hissed, as his nose flared with anger. Ahriman was right; I had to torture her so much that still suicide becomes her only option, because I couldn't afford for all of my dreams to be ruined. Since I could remember, I've always wanted to be mated to the Lycan king, as his chosen mate, since he didn't have any fated mate. But according to the werewolf tradition, before any female can contest as the chosen mate of the Lycan king, she must first be a Luna. Hence, the reason I had to team with the demon king to help create a fake mate born between me and Blackwood, the present Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack.

I asked the Lycan Wolf and she sighed, "That is exactly what I'm trying to figure out. Why are you in Addy's body?" I bit my lower lip in confusion as I kept trying to connect the scattered puzzle pieces. "Only one person can give an answer to this." She said and I raised a brow. "Who?" "The Pack's oldest witch." I blinked at the discovery, so the Lycans had a witch in their pack? "But, who is Adeline in this pack?" I asked again. "Adeline is the Luna of this pack, Alpha Reign's wife and mate." Another gasp left my lips at those words from her. Of all the people I could have woken up in their body, it had to be the Alpha King's Mate?

I watched as her face fell and yet she looked absolutely gorgeous with her twist packed up. Her rich, cocoa-colored skin was glowing underneath the roof’s mirrors. While her almond-shaped eyes, framed by long, delicate lashes, held a silent challenge to those who dared to judge her. In the world of werewolves and Lycans alike, where fidelity and loyalty were held in the highest regard, such a betrayal was considered unforgivable. Wolves and lycans were inherently possessive creatures, bound to their mates by a bond that transcended time and space. To betray that bond was the worst betrayal ever.

I shake my head in response. I feel him stiffen when he realizes that the smell isn't coming from me. "Fuck," he mumbles, gripping onto me that much harder. I turn around and watch his eyes turn from golden to black. Ramon and I haven't mated yet, which means he's susceptible to any female wolf going into heat. My nostrils flare when I realise that the smell coming from Mirabel is what has happened to me so many times. Why isn't she hurting like I do? "Ramon," I say harshly, gripping his chin and making him look at me. My heart beats fast in my chest and anger rages through my veins like it's what my blood is made from.

The man's wolf was doing rounds in his head out of excitement. For the Lycans, it was not just the scent through which the lycans could recognize their mates but also the fireflies. It was a sign that the Lycans had discovered their mates when their lips would make contact, when they would kiss for the first time, and when the fireflies would hang about!

“When the red moon reaches its peak, her blood will be the key to wiping out all wolves." I paled at this information. The Purge. I have heard of it in the prophecies. I didn’t know the specific details but they wanted her for the extinction. I looked at the three witches. I thought of Serena in the bathroom—the scars on her back. She has been hunted her whole life and my people were her only semblance of hope. She chose to come back to me when she had the chance to flee. "I decline your request," I said, forcing myself up onto my elbows. "I am the King of Lycans. I will not trade my own people for cowards, afraid of their own skin."

She doesn't know when she cums, so all I did is grab those juice with my hand and suck it all down. Staring at that thin hole made me want to do more and more on her. But something made me want to give her a break, not like I wanted to. On the other hand, it was a good choice not to get her killed so I can have other times to fuck her so hard. My wolf keeps screaming to me to have her, but that's just the least I can ever do. Have the daughter of my debtor as my mate? What will people think of me? I, the feared Lycan king, ends up claiming a weak omega as my mate? That's a damn insult to both myself and my pack.