The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes on her were flat, the amber of a wolf who had made a decision and felt nothing about it. "I, Adrian Wolfe, Alpha of the Wolfe Pack," he said, loud and clear, for the benefit of every witness in the hall, "reject Kaela Draven as my fated mate." The words landed on her chest like stones. She had known, walking in tonight, that something was wrong. The looks on the faces of the ranked wolves. The way the Beta's daughter, Sable, had been positioned near the dais when she arrived — positioned, not standing casually. The way Adrian hadn't looked at Kaela when she entered. She had walked the length of the hall telling herself she was imagining things, that anxiety was a liar, that the Moon

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.

He didn't attack. He shifted right there in front of me, turning into a man with silver hair and a body like a god. It was the Lycan King, the man even Alphas were terrified of. He walked toward me, his scent filling the room. It smelled like rain and power. He pinned me against the wall, his eyes burning into mine. "I've been looking for you for a long time, little wolf," he growled, his voice vibrating against my chest. "Did you think you could run from your True Mate?"

It was as if our souls recognized each other, longing to merge into one. As silence enveloped us, I struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Mate. The word held a weight I couldn't ignore. I knew that accepting this bond would plunge me into a world of uncertainty and danger, but I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. In that moment, I surrendered to the unspoken promise and the unbreakable bond that united us. I knew that my life would never be the same again. The Lycan King sees me as his mate, remaining to claim me. And I would embrace the destiny that awaited us, braving the challenges and embracing the passion that came with our connection.

My eyes flicked to the woman on his arm—his fiancée, the royal beauty everyone envied. Without warning, an overwhelming wave of heat surged through my body. The air thickened with the scent of pine, cedar, and rain-soaked earth. It wasn’t cologne. It was elemental. My breath caught. My wolf woke. Fully and violently. Mate. The word struck like lightning, setting every nerve ablaze. Justin. The future Lycan King. Gorgeous. Powerful. Mine. I wasn’t broken. The universe hadn’t forgotten me. I had a mate.

They were feral and fed off of people, wolves and other Lycans. Racing forwards. I see her arms stretched out across the ground, half hidden by a thick bush. Something drags her into the bush. She makes no sound. Jumping on it, I land on top of a Rogue Lycan. It’s dark yellow eyes glowing at me in the darkness. “She is mine!” I growl “I found her” He snaps back. “Bow, you fucking idiot. I am your King!” The Rogue glances at me and then to Lilah. He starts laughing. “She is a wolf. What kind of Lycan King is mated to a wolf?”

I sat there, stunned, trying to process everything. The Lycan King—the most feared wolf in North America—was my second chance mate. And he’d just claimed me. My wolf, silent for months, finally stirred. Safe, she whispered. Finally safe. Maybe she was right. Or maybe this was just another nightmare waiting to begin.

As she was unmated, every unmated Man and Woman was invited to the Lycan King’s palace so that they could find their mate. After getting ready they left for Lycan King’s place. His whole family was there already. He was late for work. As soon as he entered the ballroom, he felt his mate there. So he started to look for her. But he froze in his place when he realized who his mate was. She was the daughter of his Rival. Their enemy pack’s Alpha's daughter. Maeve Morningstar. She smirked at him as she also realized who her Mate was. “Hello, Mate.” She waved her hand at him with a wicked smile. And he also smiled.

Stark stared at me for a while and curled his lips into a smile. “I'm glad you came to me because I'm the right person to tell you all what you need to do.” “Then I'm glad I took this trip.” “Well, to be honest, Arnold is a good boy, but then, he should know his place. He's found his mate. She's a werewolf, just like you. Not a Lycan.” This made me crease my brow. “The Lycan king's mate isn't a Lycan?” “Yes. Strange right?”

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”