The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novelas e Histórias

It was a sudden, deafening crack of Alpha command that made the trees drop their load of snow. The leading figure on the bridge froze. The midnight-black fur of his wolf rushed to the surface of his skin as he turned to face the hunt. His eyes were a volatile, mad yellow, and his teeth were bared in a defensive, terrifying snarl as he realized the Lycan King’s detail had outmanoeuvred him through a storm that should not exist.

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.”

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!