The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novels & Stories

"You see? I'm not bleeding to death because you're here. Only my mate could do that." First, I had come here to rant about my lineage, and now I was learning that I was the King's fated mate. The one who would calm his madness and bear him an heir to replace him. The signs had been there from the very beginning. I thought the Lycan was having another episode, or maybe this was the reaction of the mate bond. We had been told that mate bonds between Lycans were not the same as those between ordinary werewolves. Lycans felt the pain more strongly and were ready to submit to their mates at any point, offering complete protection no matter the cost.

"I abolished hybrid slavery three weeks ago. Your purchase is worthless." "You can't just..." "I'm the Lycan King. I absolutely can. And she's not property, she's my mate." "Your mate? A hybrid? Please. She's breeding stock at best, good for labor and entertainment. But I'll take her off your hands if you don't want..." He doesn't finish. I shift. Instantaneous with clothes shredding and body exploding into wolf form. My jaws close around Kullen's throat before he can scream. I bite down hard and feel his windpipe crush, vertebrae snap, and blood flooding my mouth.

I asked. The Lycan King turned his body until he was facing me. He towered over me, looking down at me. His aura was so intimidating that I held my breath. His dark eyes bored into my eyes before flitting down to my nose, then my lips and back to my eyes. The shadow of a smile graced the corner of his lips. His eyes gleamed. “You, little wolf, are my mate.” He said, dropping the bombshell.

he muttered sullenly. “Her and Eva were disowned by their family, how sad. Where did you meet my mother, since I'm assuming you're Scottish, “ I asked him, wanting to know their history which was also mine. “I thought only mates could reproduce,” I added and my dad nodded. “That is correct for Lycan and werewolves but your mom is a Dire wolf and they are very different in their mating nature,” he grunted bitterly. My brow creased at hearing that. “Dires are said to be extinct! I'm a part of a Dire Wolf lineage?! How old is my mother?”

Alexander POV Ten years… Ten years searching for her without success. As if she didn’t exist. I was starting to lose hope that I would ever find her. I am Alexander, the Lycan King, the man all werewolf packs submit to… and yet, I couldn’t find my fated mate. I tried to marry a noblewoman from the kingdom and end this pointless search, but— “No.” My wolf, Valkyr, spoke sharply and firmly inside my head as always. “I will not give her up.”

The sound of their growls and snarls echoed through the forest, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. Suddenly, one of the wolves attacked first, and in a blur of fur and muscle, the other wolves followed suit. They were ruthless and relentless, and the battle seemed never-ending. In the end, it was Tyler who emerged victorious. The Beta King stood strong, his chest heaving with exertion, and his fur matted with blood. He had defeated the Alpha and had proven his love for me. I felt a surge of pride and love for him, knowing that he was willing to risk his life for me.

It was getting darker and terror crawled its way to the villagers' hearts. Growls and horses were heard, he was coming for them, for their village; they knew the king and his soldiers were near . He was called the alpha king for his ruthless nature, an elite lycan werewolf who took over the world. Whenever he gets bored he would go out with his soldiers on a raid to conquer a new land. As strong as he is claimed to be, the lycan was missing only one thing, a person, in his community called a mate.

I know where he is headed with his question. “That is the Prince’s decision to make.” My father comes to my aid again but Beta Karl doesn't seem to be getting it at all and he only presses on. “The next full moon is just a few months away. If the prince does not reject his mate on time and get a new one, he wouldn't be able to succeed you, Alpha Sean. We all know the laws of the pack that governed every Lycan King and Alphas before you. An Alpha or a Lycan King cannot succeed his predecessor without a Luna by his side.” Beta Karl quotes and I set my jaw as he speaks the harsh truth.

His mate, rarer still, Lycan royalty almost never mingled openly with wolf society. "A Lycan mate," Marla mused, swirling her wine thoughtfully. "I wonder what sort of creature could tame a man like that. They say Lycan Kings go mateless for centuries, waiting." "Perhaps she's some noblewoman from Lypion," Damian offered, uninterested beyond the political weight of the announcement. "It hardly matters. What matters is every eye in the territories will be on Ashwood that night, and for once, they'll see exactly what they should have seen all along." He glanced toward Vivian with open pride. "A proper Luna. A pregnancy already underway. No more whispers, no more pity looks at council meetings.

As Lufra looked at the wolves and lycans below. Ringing the bells in his hands. The chattering wolves below immediately quieted down as their heads that was already raised was raised even more higher to looked at the lycan King chief. Except for Damien. Who only lifted his eyes to looked over at that annoying old man. Ah. When would the start of who will be his mate began? He was not so patient anymore. Chief Lufra who clearly felt their King impatience was silent. Cant their King be a little bit more dignified?