The Lycan King's Mate Bridget Marie Free Online Novels & Stories

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

I sighed, "If I only become Queen there, then what will I do? Living in the palace alone. That dusty field is not beautiful at all." Dominic laughed, his hand patting the steering wheel repeatedly. Meanwhile, Thalita was curious and asked me to take her there. How can I bring her, because we are not traveling? Bringing her is the same as me delivering her to the gate of the afterlife. "Lucan takes you to the battlefield where the Lycans will kill traitors or werewolves who don't want to submit to him. The Lycan hierarchy is very clear and ruthless. They don't hesitate to overthrow the King if the opportunity arises. Just like your father, the fierce and brave sigma did step forward to take t

The lady who was about to pick a fight with me, the other time before we got attacked, broke the silence. “Maybe if you had kept quiet, you wouldn’t be here.” I attacked her before screaming in pain. Quickly, I moved by hand to the back of my neck, which just burned red before laughing out like a mad woman. “Well, if you must know…” I paused, teasing playfully as I watched their Alpha stare at me in anger. “The Lycan king is on his way already, and he’s getting closer,” I smiled, looking at the Alpha, who seemed to be scared.

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?

The lycan king, Alex had just conquered yet another battled and was seated on his throne. "Ah!" He sighed, taking his hand to his head, "I am so tired and stressed. It feels like I would need a massage" His guard came to his side, requesting to call in the lady who had been his favorite but he refused. "I need no more concubines," he muttered. "I need a mate" His beta wolf and friend, Gillian stepped forward, "but Alpha, you already have Sandra. Why not take her up as a mate?"

she whispered. “I will pretend I saw nothing. Let’s start this afresh, shall we?”The man whom she addressed as beta Brent said without acknowledging my presence. “What is this well for?” “It—it dried up many years ago.” Beta Brent’s mouth lifted drily in an unkind way. “The LycanKing would find this interesting then.” He glanced my way this time for a split second before returning his attention to her. “Is this the mate?” Lydia's head bounced vigorously. I almost thought it would roll off her neck.

He winced in pain,His heart filled with heavy and, gradually the pain had sunk in. He had been planning to marry Blaire and take his rightful place among the pack. But now, with her sudden departure, he was left in a difficult position. As the Lycan King, he needed to have a mate by his side to lead the pack, but he couldn't just choose anyone. It had to be someone he had a deep connection with, someone he could trust and rely on.

Granny said oblivious to what was going on. I could feel sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. I hoped the ceremony would be over soon. I had no idea how long I could endure the pain. “Do you King Arnou, Alpha of the Lycan territory and Lycan of the Merge, take Princess of the Moon Crystal, Former Luna of the Blood Diamond as your wife, mate, High Luna, and Queen of Queens?” “Yes, I do,” Arnou said in a small voice as tears welled up anew in his eyes.

But before it could leave my mouth, Ariya held up a hand and shook her head. “And you are still young and naïve. The Lycan Kings and Queens have blood on their hands, yes, and although they’ve spent centuries trying to ignore it, they can’t anymore. It all catches up to you eventually. And in any case, this has nothing to do with them and everything to do with you. What happens when Wolfsbane decide that, as King Nicholas’ mate, I’m more valuable dead than alive? You’re my brother, my weakness. Are you going to be willing to end my life when they ask you to? Are you willing to have my blood on your hands? Because at the end of the day you are going to need to muster up the strength to look