Novel & Cerita The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate

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."

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!

So many questions. But the one that seemed to linger in the hearts of most was one question- “did the Lycan king, who was already the alpha of all alphas, have the white wolf as his mate? Was she really his mate?” These questions were on their hearts and lips as they returned to their various packs, bound to be spread among the people of their packs.

But Derek was among the many who did not have a mate, and couldn’t know what he didn’t know. Another effect of having a mate was curbing the bloodlust that the Curse had caused to surge in Lycans. If a mate was necessary to tame that violent urge that gripped my wolf, then I would have taken anyone– even a werewolf pup. I peered sidelong at Iris, at how her head lolled and exposed the thin curve of her neck. The way she had taken to letting her mouth run lately, it would seem she too had forgotten the extent of my mercy. My hand circled over the shape of it– Phantom howled at the darkness of my next thought, that it would take so little pressure to end her.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

“Then what changed?” Marcus sighs. “It was the night he lost his fated mate and unborn child. A pack of werewolves attacked them, and in his grief and fury, he vowed revenge. That was the moment he became the ruthless Lycan King the world remembers. But before that, he was different. Would you like to hear some stories about him from before everything changed?” I nod my head eagerly. “Yes, please.”

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

she spat, still not understanding where I was going with this. “Well, surely you’re aware that it takes one male and one female wolf to make baby pups. My children didn’t just magically appear in my belly, Veronica.” Her eyes widened slightly, but she still tried to maintain her composure. “What are you trying to say? I’m sure you were off somewhere, sleeping with rogue wolves—” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at her desperation. “Oh, come now, Veronica. Why would you call the kings of the entire lycanthrope community rogue wolves? You shouldn’t insult your husbands, not after calling their sons names too.”

I didn't mind offending the Lycan King to take my mate back but that doesn't mean I'll risk the safety of the pack. " We don't have to go on a war with the Lycan King to bring your mate back. We will make sure she is banished from the kingdom. She won't have anywhere else to go and that's when you will claim her back." My father explained and I marvelled at his brilliance. If his plan is successful, which I hope succeeds, I will have my mate back and my pack will be safe. My father contacted a few of his old friends from the council and tipped them about a cursed silver wolf in the Lycan kingdom who has made everybody believe that she is mated to the Lycan King.