The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novels & Stories

As she had seen the flickers of hunger in his eyes for her. She spotted her bag in the corner and started to arrange her stuff into the beautiful closet every girl wishes to have but not her. She chuckled a little, seeing her stuff could hardly fill up the one drawer only. After that she thought of taking a shower when her annoying mind again reminded her of the doubts. She couldn't be his mate. A werewolf can't resist the mating pull when they first see their mates and claims them openly. And He is the Lycan king, precisely the dark walker who wouldn't be able to stop his ravenous monster from claiming his fated mate when they know that Lycans are blessed with only one mate in their lifetim

It wasn't a nice smile. "You smell like Shadowmoon Pack," he said. "And blood. And rage." His smile widened. "Mostly rage." "Good," I said. My voice came out steady. "I plan to use it." He let out a dark laugh, a sound that should have scared me. "Do you know who I am, little wolf?" "No." "I'm Lycan King. Alpha of the Northern Territories." He took a step closer. "I've killed more wolves than you've probably met. I've destroyed packs that crossed me. People call me a monster."

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

He glanced at Selena, who sat beside him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breeds of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

Its fur was midnight black, swallowing the faint moonlight, its chest covered in thick, silver battle scars, and its eyes—a piercing, luminescent gold—stared directly into my soul. The Lycan King. He lunged forward, pinning me to the wet earth, his massive, clawed paw pressing firmly into my chest. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to rip my throat out. But the moment his nostrils flared, inhaling my scent, the murderous rage in his golden eyes shattered into pure shock. And deep within my soul, the freezing vacuum violently flipped, screaming with absolute, undeniable certainty: MATE.

They were talking about my mate—my Valeria. “Don’t be stupid. Whoever said that? I haven’t seen one. I’ve been here for three days and I didn’t even catch a whiff of any female.” “Stupid! The female ain’t a wolf! She’s human—and she’s the Lycan king’s mate!” “What? How can a king choose a human as his mate? I call that bullshit!” “It’s not that easy to hide a female in a camp full of male wolves, especially during pregnancy.”

Only the Pack guards come here to survey and look out for. Right now though, they were probably busy at the party. I wish I was still there, too. Even if everyone stared and laughed at me, I would prefer that rather than being followed to the point of no escape. Then I remember him. Steely gray eyes. Dark black hair that looked smooth to touch. Soft lips made to be kissed. Lycan King Hunter Beowulf. He was a handsome and intimidating man. For a split second, I wondered how life would be if I had been mated to him instead. Would they be kinder to me? Would they finally realize that I could be someone and not just a nobody? Would they finally, finally love me?

The Lycan King was her mate. How did he become her mate? She was wolfless. Why was he not trying to protect her from being killed? She had several questions coming in from her head and she could not help the way her stomach dropped in pain. "Lycan King," Lionel rose to his feet, an angry expression on his face. "And what is this? Why did you interrupt my ceremony?" He asked, his eyes changing between his wolf's color and his. Zenith tipped his chin and held his hands behind him.

His wolf suddenly spoke up, "I want to communicate with her wolf, but I sense its weakness. Since the first time we met them, I've wanted to talk to her wolf, but something is holding me back. I don't know if it's because her wolf is weakening or if someone already owns them." "Someone does own them, but their marriage isn't enough to be considered ownership by that Alpha," Aldus replied, still looking at Livia. Because of his prolonged gaze, Livia felt it. She turned to the Lycan King, and their eyes met again. And once more, Livia's heart rate increased. But she wasn't the only one; the Lycan King's heart was also racing. Livia was the one to break their gaze again, unable to handle the in

Then, he tightly grabbed my wrist and loudly declared to everyone present, “This is my mate, Emily! I finally found her!” It was like a declaration of sovereignty. The old king with the crown spoke to Prince Leon in a hoarse and dignified tone, “So, she is your destiny’s mate?” At the same time, he looked at me with disdain. “This girl looks no different from an ordinary female wolf!” “Nick, we must accept the arrangement of Luna!” The woman looked up and said to me in a solemn tone. “Girl, turn your neck around and let us see the mark on you!” Gina combed my hair into a royal high bun.