The Lycan King’s Mark Novels & Stories

My mate—in all ways but one. The moonlight filtering through the tall windows painted silver patterns across his skin, illuminating him in a way that made something catch in my throat. One week. I'd known him for only one week, yet it felt like my soul had recognized his from the first moment. "Theo..." I began, my voice hushed in the stillness of the night. His fingers, which had been tracing lazy circles on my bare shoulder, paused. "What happens when a Lycan marks a werewolf?"

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.

The only thing I hated about being king, was having to make life or death decisions. “Kill them all. Every Lycan that has been bitten should be killed. And Fang, get all the best trackers you can find. We are going hunting.”

I go to the mirror on unsteady legs with his cock slipping out of me and his come trickling down my thighs, my pussy swollen and well-fucked. The claiming mark should be gold. Every Lycan mark is gold—tradition, biology, law. But mine... Mine is glowing silver. Pulsing with light that matches my birthmark. We stare at each other in the reflection and I see my own confusion and fear mirrored on his face. Through our new bond, I feel his emotions clearly now—pride, possessiveness, satisfaction, and terror. "What does this mean?" I whisper. His jaw clenches and he moves behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me back against his chest. His cock is already hardening again against my

I do miss him. “ Wait, you have a mate?” Jenna asked me in surprise. “ Yes, I do.” “ He is the Lycan king,” Abigail answered her curiosity before I could say anything. “ What?” She asked in disbelief. I saw her eyes roaming from my face to my neck. “ But why aren't you wearing his mark then?” Abigail asked, taking another bite of her food. “ I heard, Lycans are far more possessive and territorial than any shifters,” Jenna said, still looking at my neck.

As we stepped out of the hotel and made our way toward the kingdom’s gates. The entrance to the Lycan kingdom was a sight to behold. Towering gates stood open, their iron frames entwined with golden vines that pulsed faintly, as if alive with magic. Lycans of all ranks welcomed guests warmly, their voices filled with excitement as they guided visitors inside. The streets were lined with banners of their pack name, fluttering in the wind, carrying the kingdom’s sigil, a silver wolf with piercing blue eyes.

It was the scent of fresh wood. At the far end of the room, a massive throne sat on a raised platform. It was made of black iron, its edges jagged like the claws of a beast. Behind it, a large banner hung, marked with the sigil of the Lycan Kingdom. The floor beneath the throne was smooth marble, streaked with dark stains—some old, some new.

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

I really wish I could get to know who this strange man was with all the wealth and connections he's got. The Northern Capital Pack isn't known for its accommodations or a good economy for having such a grand place to live, unless you're the Lycan king himself or a family of his. I let go of my thoughts at once the moment I saw something on my neck. At first, I thought it was a hickey until I saw a mark there. I'm gasp. No, I cannot be marked by this man. Chris will kill me if he sees it. Hurriedly, I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Thankfully, I didn't bleed much, so I was well. When I was done, I walked quickly to the window and saw that it wasn't that far from the ground. I can jum

My forehead, my palms, and even my thighs were slowly getting moist under the intense pressure. “I don't know. I'm still yet to pick a side you know how these things are right?” "You clearly showed me where your loyalty lies. You have told me to stop my search, and it's obvious your scared of that Lycan just like the rest of you are, unlike me!" At that moment, I couldn't take it anymore. “Not being scared ifrhe Lycan king has brought nothing, but a broken nose, arm or jaw. Don't you see?"