The Lycan King's Mate Novels & Stories

Realizing my lapse, I cleared my throat and asked him to repeat his statement. Leo let out an exasperated sigh before repeating his words, his frustration evident in his tone. "I was discussing the speculations, Sir, about your alleged incompetence as the Lycan King. The other kings seem disrespected by your refusal to uphold the tradition of Lycan Kings owning women as pets," A wave of annoyance coursed through me as I listened to Leo's words. The archaic tradition of owning women as pets was a practice I vehemently opposed, and I had made it clear to my council members and the other kings from the very beginning.

"Matilda, ain't you getting ahead of yourself? You're not my mate… we are just fuck buddies and nothing more." "Are you being serious right now? Lucas, it's been over three years and now you're just going to throw everything down the drain because Veronica has chosen you as her mate and you're going to be the next Lycan king of the Nightshade Pack," Matilda scoffed, eyeing me narrowly. "Matilda you are—"

“From someone who has been searching for you both since the day you were born.” “Who?” Nicholas asked, his hazel eyes narrowing. Kathy’s gaze snapped to him, a questioning look crossing her face. “He is my mate,” I said, crossing my arms. “Answer his question.” Kathy and Ben exchanged another glance, something unreadable passing between them before they looked back at us. “The Lycan King.” We all froze. A Lycan King? What on earth were they talking about? I let out a dry laugh. “And is the flying tooth fairy after us too?”

He stood at the edge of the room with his chest heaving and his hands shaking, and he did not come closer, could not come closer, though I did not know how I knew that, I just knew it the way you know that fire is hot and ice is cold. "You are my mate," he said, and his voice was hollow, empty, like someone had carved out his insides and left nothing but echoes. "The goddess has cursed me." I knew what a mate was because every human knew, even the children, even the ones who had never seen a Lycan in their lives.

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

Ever since I introduced Dante to the family, I knew he took a liking to my twin, Jasmine. Just like every other man that came into my life. For years, I tried to understand what was so special about her that had them falling out of love with me to blindly chase her. When I discovered Dante as my mate, I thought it was all over. He was my mate. Our bond ran deeper than mere feelings. But I was wrong. To make things worse, Jasmine entertained his flirting and eventually began seeing him behind my back. When my mother brought up the proposal of her marrying the Lycan King to create an alliance, I thought things would change for the better with a fiance in the picture but i was wrong.

Elle turned to leave, her mind still reeling from the conversation she’d had with her mother, but just as her hand was about to grasp the door handle, a voice halted her. “Not so fast,” the Lycan King said, his tone firm but not without a trace of something else—something more calculating. Elle turned to face him, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “What now?” she asked, her voice sharp, as the weight of the evening pressed heavily upon her. The Lycan King’s gaze was steady, his posture commanding as always. “My brothers will be here shortly,” he said, pausing to let the words hang in the air. “I’m hoping you will naturally mate with one of them.”

The man got cut off in middle as Ares grabbed the man by his neck cutting of his oxygen supply. "Don't you fucking dare to spell my Mate's name from your mouth!" He growled in rage. Lycans are possessive supernatural and him being the King of supernatural makes his possessiveness increase ten folds more. He wouldn't tolerate someone saying his mate's name. Only he has the right to call her by her name, no one else. He put the man on the ground harshly and glared at him. The man cried out in fear. "I a-am sorry. F-forgive me please."

Her breath caught. “Carol.” He lifted his head, voice cold and final. “I, Leonard Blackthorne, the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you as my mate and my Luna. May the Moon Goddess bear witness to your betrayal and to my heartache. We are done.”