The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novels & Stories

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the vast expanse of the Silver Crest Pack's territory. In the heart of the pack's territory stood the imposing Alpha's den, where Kavan, the Lycan King of the Silver Crest Pack, and his trusted Beta, Jason, were engaged in a discussion about an unexpected visitor.

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

The group’s eyes widened as they took in my scars, and I could tell they were no different from my aunt’s friends—clearly thinking I should cover up. “Yeah, here I am… Hey,” I said, waving for Jackson to come closer. He moved in, concern etched on his face, while the female wolf glared at me, arms crossed. Did she think I was stealing him away? “Something wrong?” Oh, no, nothing at all! We just narrowly avoided being... well, let’s say, being devoured by the lycan king, who turns out to be our mate. So yes, this night is just wonderful! Want another drink?

“What do you want with me?” “Well… it’s like I said before, I’d like you close to me so that I can keep you safe. I realised earlier on that we’d all caused a huge scene in front of many curious eyes. I don’t need to tell you that not every one of my subjects is a fan of me or the other Lycan Kings and Queens. I’m afraid that you being my mate has put a target on your back now as well. Wolfsbane would love nothing more than to abuse our weaknesses and if they had you, they’d have my greatest weakness yet.”

“As Scar had said last night, marking is the first mating process in werewolf world. When a Lycan wolf marks his erasthai, she would have to mark him too. By marking, the bond between them both is stronger. The scent is better and the attraction is ten times stronger.” I listen carefully to his words. No wonder I had woke up with different emotions. It was no wonder I had deviated from my goal too soon. “I’m not a wolf. How is it possible that I’m your mate?” I asked. "Your father was an original werewolf. Somehow, when you were young, your wolf was locked away. When this happens, it’s usually because of a horrific incident that occurred to the wolf.” Luca constructed his words carefully bef

Truly, he would need to perform the moonwalk rites with his Luna, as they would both transform into wolves ready to explore the gifts of the woods, the prey they would feed upon. "Your highness, you seem far away" Jake said as Caspian jerked from his thoughts. "No, I'm fine. You can leave, I'll sort myself out" he said waving Jake off as he bounced back on the bed. The moment the door was shut, Caspian gave a heavy sigh as he turned on his bed facing the wall. He couldn't just bring himself to the requirements and responsibilities of being a Lycan King, he was stressed up. The demands that came with his kingship was a complex one, one that could drain the mental strength of an ordinary human

She said, looking him in the eyes. His heart stopped as he wasn’t sure what she had decided to do. She had kept that from him. She hadn’t told him that he was right on them being mates, even though she had known since her birthday. The silence was deafening as Alexander waited for her to speak. When she did, what she said made his mouth about hit the floor. “I, Symphony Marie Greywood of Grey Moon Pack, hybrid of a Kolana/Mattra Wolf, accept you, Alexander David Silverstone King of the Lycans as my mate and king” Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke.

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

Stronger than any wolf I’d ever fought. But I wasn’t a wolf anymore. I was Lycan. Moon-blessed. Mate to a 300-year-old Lycan King. Mother to a Lycan prince. Carrying a Lycan princess. I slammed him into the ground and pinned him, claws at his throat, teeth bared at his jugular. “Yield,” I snarled, Lycan voice rumbling from my chest. He bucked under me, trying to throw me off. “Never! You’re mine!”

Like looking into a void. My blood ran cold. If the Lycan King's wolf couldn't recognize his own mate, then what were we actually dealing with? "So it seems we are dealing with something out of our control," I whispered to the empty, shadowed corners of the study. "Something the werewolf world has never seen before."