The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novels & Stories

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

He didn't doubt she could have him if she ever made the effort and he would let her if she didn't leave him feeling mildly terrified even though he would deny it to his last breath. But she would not approach him though, as he couldn't see her having to seduce another wolf. She had plenty of cubs, birthed over her long lifetime, so she lacked not for suitors. She was mate-less, her mate had died over fifty years or so but that didn't stop her from having more children. She was something of a rarity amongst their kind, a female beta currently unmated but yet a mother and a fully recognized pack leader.

the King began, his voice carrying through the room, "we are gathered here today because the situation is critical. My son has committed an abomination." Murmurs broke out among the people, and the King raised his hand for silence. "This is unprecedented," one of the advisors said, wringing his hands nervously. "A Lycan consorting with a wolf? It's an abomination." "It's not unheard of," another advisor countered. "There have been instances of Lycans and wolves forming alliances in the past." "But this is different," a third advisor interjected. "This isn't just an alliance. This is a romantic relationship. It goes against everything we stand for."

"Your parents were a special case. It's not going to happen." "But what if it does? What if by some cosmic arrangement, Maverick falls in love with a witch? What would you do as Alpha and Lycan King?" "I..." Denzel trailed off, unsure of what to say to Cinnia. All his life, he had been taught about the bloody and turbulent history of witches and werewolves but here he was, mated to a hybrid: a werewitch whose parents were killed as a result of the bad blood between the two factions.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

Wow, how dare this pack Alpha try and make a fool out of me. I flex my fingers, creaking at the joints. I would show them the price of daring to challenge my authority. As for my mate, I take one look at the overly bright smiling face on the info sheet, and I can't help but roll my eyes. Oh, look at the thick, dull, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose; look at the weak, harmless-looking baby face, lacking any power. Her silliness even spills out the photograph. Who am I? I am the Lycan King of the Aries Kingdom; I am the most powerful Lycan. But my mate is a weak and useless she-wolf. I groan, is this another joke the moon goddess has played on me, in addition to my curse?

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.

He was still here, he was just unwell. “I should go check on him,” I said softly. “The Lycan King will arrive soon.” Once the Lycan King arrived, every wolf who had chosen their mate would step forward and seal their bond. Silas and I would stand together. At least, that was the plan.

After doing the same with the man's blood, he set the cup aside. My heart was beating wildly now. No, no, no. This was bad. This wasn't supposed to happen, but fear froze me in place. If I spoke now, I could be killed on the spot. After muttering some incantations, the old man whom I realized now was an oracle, finally spoke. “Now the mating ceremony is complete. Our Lycan King, Alpha Dominic and Princess Vivian, are now proclaimed mates; Alpha and Luna of the Whitewolf Pack.”

I had to act quickly. "Try and find out from your brother how he got to meet this... wretched thing," the old man muttered as he shuddered. "We need to get to the root of the matter. A Lycan King being mated to an Omega is one that has never been heard of--"