The Lycan King's Mate By Bridget Marie Mga Nobela at Kwento

I despised her for the pain she inflicted upon me, and yet, I was powerless to defend myself against her wrath. As I allowed myself to succumb to the overwhelming emotions, my thoughts drifted to Kavan, my true mate. Oh, how I yearned for him, for his embrace, and for the love we could share if not for the cruel fate that had placed me in the clutches of Murad. Kavan's presence had been a beacon of hope and light in my life, a love I yearned to embrace openly. But destiny had other plans, chaining me to Murad, the possessive Lycan King who cared more for power than the heart of the one he owned.

She quickly agreed, stating that we were always meant to be. And I guess a part of me does think she made a… decent point. She is Lycan after all, and not only that, but a royal, too. We would have a powerful heir in the future being pure Lycan royals. But still, I can’t shake off the feeling that something is missing. I shook my head and got up from the chair. ‘Whatever, she’s our mate and that’s all that matters. Tomorrow, this will all be official.’ I told Excalibur and he was about to say something else, but decided to cut him off.

~Astrid~ I felt something calling me, i didn’t know what it was that kept calling me but then i didn’t know what it was but i knew that the feeling was one that i couldn’t describe. “Oh my, did you see the Lycan King Dante? He looks like a statue that the moon goddess made herself.” “He doesn’t look like what we heard in stories as children, they said that Lycans were beasts that were merciless and ruthless but then he didn't look anything like that.”

"Before he claims her fully. Before the mate bond is complete. It's easier to break a partial bond than a full one." "Easier? It'll still destroy him." "He survived it once before." "Barely. The curse..." "Will consume him eventually anyway," Aldric interrupts. "At least this way, the kingdom survives. We can find him a suitable mate, a proper Lycan, someone strong enough to handle his beast without being an abomination herself." My nails dig into my palms. Abomination. Monster. Dangerous. Is that what I am?

It takes a minute for Daria to realize Marcus is the Lycan king’s given name. “The King. He told me yesterday to call him by his name. We are mates.” Ariana speaks with such resolution, leaving her mother in utter shock. Ariana didn’t tell her they were mates. She thought her daughter had spent the night with the Lycan king because of a dream she had had since childhood. Ariana always wished to see him and when she finally had the chance, of course, she had to take advantage of it, but mates? Daria expected anything but this.

I'll ensure I will never forget that name because once I'm out of here, he is the first one I will kill. "Today is the 13th birthday of our little Lycan, and today onward, she will sense her mate. That's why I invited all the unmated males from the different packs here to see if one of you is her mate, and once you are, you will lead our race. I don't want to bow to those bloodsuckers, so we create our royalty." I heard cheering, and I'm praying no one of these werewolves is my mate. "Okay, one by one, come up here and touch her hand to see if you can feel the mate bond." A minute later, I feel someone touch my hand, and I am relieved that I don't feel the spark that Mom and Dad told me once

She wore a flowing gown of emerald green, and her skin was as pale as moonlight. "My King,” she said, her voice smooth and seductive. "Who is this?" The Lycan King's eyes narrowed. "This is Amelia," he said, his voice cold. "She's... important." The woman's eyes narrowed; her gaze fixed on Amelia. "Important?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "How interesting." Amelia felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that this woman was trouble. She could feel it in her bones. "This is my mate,” the Lycan King said, his voice a low growl. "And this is her child."

And I feel even crazier when I keep thinking about all the things that will happen right in front of my eyes from now on. And mate? I know that it all probably sounds pretty crazy right now. Or even beyond. But it's the truth. In fact, Lucia Hazel Gray, or Luciana Edith, is actually my mate. Mate of Elijah Gray, the Lycan King. It's a crazy fact, if I say so now. But I never told Lucia that. I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me at all. Considering how big and deep Lucia's grudge was, I didn't want to be an obstacle to Lucia accomplishing what she wanted.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

____________________ Back at the Lycan clan, the Lycan king, Marius was a middle-aged man. He was tall and handsome and had beautiful cobalt-blue eyes. A ruthless man and he ruled the Lycan clan with an iron fist. The Lycans were usually stronger than the werewolves but they were extremely strong due to the workload he'd make them do and the Lycans hated him. He had a mate, Eliza. An extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and deep black coloured eyes, she was tall as well. She was a daughter of a noble and rich Lycan father. She and Marius had been mated since she was eighteen and he was twenty. But she was as ruthless as her husband and more cunning than he was. She was the mother of t