The Lycan King's Mate By Bridget Marie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?"

Finding out that Liam was my mate was probably the worst experience of my life, although finding out the Lycan king was my second chance mate turned out to be a close second. “I came here because of werewolves like you.” He broke the silence and I frowned. What did he mean by that?! Did he come here because of rogues? Females being kicked out of their packs?! What the hell did I do that was so horrific that the Lycan king felt he had to take everyone prisoner?! When I didn’t say anything, he continued.

I know he was right, there wouldn’t be anything between us. “Remember Silas, the pack needs a Luna,” I replied flatly. “And I haven’t found my mate. I doubt if I would ever find her. Our contract marriage will get rid of the rumors but nobody has to know it’s a contract wedding.” “Why do I feel like there’s more to it, Alpha?” Silas narrowed his gaze at me, I looked away from him and tapped my lithe fingers on the table saying nothing. “This isn’t just about the rumor going around the pack that you are impotent, It’s not going to end well, Alpha. She’s the Alpha King’s daughter.”

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.

His full mouth was curved slightly and he nodded, warmth filling his eyes, "You did." He stretched a palm forward and I took it without hesitation. He rose our conjoined palms in the air, smiling brightly and I couldn't help but reciprocate the gesture. It was unbelievable but I had done it. Me, Emma Winchester had become Queen and mate of the Lycan King.

But the room was vast, filled with towering shelves of ancient texts, scrolls, and records of the kingdom’s history. If there were answers about the mate bond, about why she was changing… they would be here. She ran her fingers along the spines of old books, scanning the titles. Most were written in the old tongue—Lycan script, which she could barely decipher. She frowned, pulling down a thick, dust-covered tome. The moment she opened it, the scent of aged parchment filled the air. She flipped through the pages, skimming the old inked words. "The bond between Lycan and mate is sacred, written in blood and soul. To reject it is to suffer. To embrace it is to be transformed."

He jumps out and opens the door, she and Lucian slide into the back seat. They arrive to a huge castle it is a seamless blend of natural stone and imposing architecture. Lucian grabs her hand and leads her inside. She stares at the grand hall she pulls slightly away from Lucian he turns to look at her “what’s the matter?” She looks down “am I staying in the basement?” He stares at her questionably, then comes to the realization that’s where she was kept, he cups her chin her face small in the palm of his hand and makes her look at him “you will never be near another basement ever again. Follow me” she nods and follows he opens a large grand door inside a beautiful room a huge canopy bed with

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

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.

“Our contestants: Lady Nina Parke, soldier of the Lycan female army, daughter of Minister Gale, and Lady Myra, soldier of the Lycan female army.” He paused again. The crowd couldn’t help but murmur. “It’s still a she-wolf. Doesn’t she have a pack or is she a rogue? The Lycan King and a rogue? This is preposterous.” Matteo shot a glare at all of them, making them shudder in fear and zip their lips.