The Lycan King S Mate Ava Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

She thought and walked out without saying a word or glancing at Alpha Hayden. She walked down the passageway to the kitchen to see the maids murmuring at a corner, then she moved closer to them. "Your majesty…" Ava sighted her and ran into her arms, while the others vanished. "Where's the king?" Ophelia gripped her arms. "Stay away from him, he's very dangerous now." Ava warned her. She shook her head. "I want to see what he looks like as a Lycan King." Ava bursted into laughter. "You can't stand his presence, the height and hugeness is darn scary."

A young girl who looks my age tells her friend as Aurora and I help them pick some dresses from the hangers. My ears prick on instinct as soon as they mention the enthronment of the next lycan king. Donovan. How close is his birthday? "My grandmother told me the same." The other girl replies in all smiles as she measures a dress with her body, standing in front of the full frame mirror. "I heard he rejected his mate. You know what that means for us?" I lift my brow a little at her words. Rejected his mate? Where did she ever hear that absurd lie from?

It was as if our souls recognized each other, longing to merge into one. As silence enveloped us, I struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Mate. The word held a weight I couldn't ignore. I knew that accepting this bond would plunge me into a world of uncertainty and danger, but I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. In that moment, I surrendered to the unspoken promise and the unbreakable bond that united us. I knew that my life would never be the same again. The Lycan King sees me as his mate, remaining to claim me. And I would embrace the destiny that awaited us, braving the challenges and embracing the passion that came with our connection.

His voice was sharp… furious. He pulled me closer against his chest while his black eyes filled with dark rage. “That woman…” he said slowly, as if he was struggling to control himself. “Is my mate.” Everyone’s breathing stopped, and their faces turned pale. As for me… My heart pounded violently inside my chest. “Alexander’s mate… the Lycan King’s mate. And what did you do to her?” His voice was lower this time… but even more terrifying. I saw Lucian step back, sweat gathering on his forehead despite his attempt to remain composed.

That night in the woods, with Philemon attacking me in his Lycan form, was my first day of ever seeing a Lycan. Or should I not tell her, and just have her go with me, and watch the surrounding. “I hope you understand. I just don’t want you in that situation again.” Martha sounds too convincing. “That won’t be happening.” That voice. His voice. I almost burst into tears on hearing his voice. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to hear his voice, needed to hear him, till this moment. “Good evening my king.” I hear Martha say. But I don’t hear his response as he is busy staring a hole into me.

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

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.

I needed to get out of the tent, away from her scent, away from the terrifying relief her presence brought me. It worked. The poison is quiet. My mind is sharp. I can command again. And she is the reason. That is the only truth that matters, and the only truth I must kill. I am the Lycan King. I lead this war alone. I survive this wound alone. I cannot allow the Mate Bond to become the antidote, because the antidote is the prophecy. I will find a true cure. I will find a way to cut this dependency out of my chest, just like I plan to cut out the silver. I need to get as far away from her as possible before the sweet numbness turns into a craving.

Levi’s hands grip the side of his chair as his eyes blaze bright red, orange, and yellow from the flames. “I will hurry back to you my love, to give my Queen the pleasure she desires.” Levi’s words catch me off guard. Has he already accepted having to share her with me? Can I do the same in order to please my mate? ‘Make mate happy.’ Ren says in my head. Who am I to argue with the Lycan King if he is willing to share.

he waved off my pleas like they meant nothing and I huffed as he rose to his feet With a gulp, I grabbed onto his leg and held him so dear to my chest. "Please, Lycan King! Have mercy on me." "Wait what?" He sounded shocked and I looked up at him teary eyed. "Y-You are the Lycan King of this City, right? Please let me go, I swear to never come here again. Also... If you could let me go with my mate-" "Your mate?" He asked again, sounding confused. "Who is your mate?"