The Lycan King's Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Queen Mother screamed and rose quickly, bringing me back to my human senses. I looked back at her before throwing Donald away, making others freeze in fear. I stood there for a second, breathing hard. I looked at Donald’s terrified face before looking back at the others. “I am the Lycan King,” I said slowly. “My mate is not your concern. The next time any of you speak her name with poison, you will answer to me, not the goddess.” “Her curse is my responsibility, even if I have to judge or fight the goddess.”

Wow, how dare this pack Alpha try and make a fool out of me. I flex my fingers, creaking at the joints. I would show them the price of daring to challenge my authority. As for my mate, I take one look at the overly bright smiling face on the info sheet, and I can't help but roll my eyes. Oh, look at the thick, dull, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose; look at the weak, harmless-looking baby face, lacking any power. Her silliness even spills out the photograph. Who am I? I am the Lycan King of the Aries Kingdom; I am the most powerful Lycan. But my mate is a weak and useless she-wolf. I groan, is this another joke the moon goddess has played on me, in addition to my curse?

They might actually decide to fate you with anybody sir. Caspian glanced up, his eyes narrowing. "I hope they do not. Because I cannot risk having an incapable Luna. Jake looked at him, wild-eyed. Was that the Lycan King talking, I thought he never wanted a Luna Caspian read through his thoughts at once and straightened up. This was not good. He'd almost let his guard down.

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.

The group’s eyes widened as they took in my scars, and I could tell they were no different from my aunt’s friends—clearly thinking I should cover up. “Yeah, here I am… Hey,” I said, waving for Jackson to come closer. He moved in, concern etched on his face, while the female wolf glared at me, arms crossed. Did she think I was stealing him away? “Something wrong?” Oh, no, nothing at all! We just narrowly avoided being... well, let’s say, being devoured by the lycan king, who turns out to be our mate. So yes, this night is just wonderful! Want another drink?

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.

I silently nodded while taking in all this information before something crossed my mind. “Who’s the Lycan king now?” “Me.” He replied, there was a proud ring to his voice as he added, “I’m the Lycan king.” I bit my lower lip to hold in the giggles trying to escape but it was in vain. “You are the king?” I asked, unable to stop giggling until I heard his response. “If you weren’t my mate, you would be buried six feet under the ground by now for mocking my rank in the pack.” He declared coldly. His voice took on vibrancy with the anger he must have felt.

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 hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.

I just want her to be happy and knowing this, I’ll be happier anywhere I find myself in the afterlife. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her. She’s my mate after all.” The Lycan King said, reading my expression. It made me furious and I tried to attempt one last attack, maybe bash that dirty smirk off his face. But then I was too weak to do so. My sharp claws were useless. The Lycan King smirked at my predicament. “I told you it isn’t over,” he said “I’ll have that Throne, and I’ll keep killing anyone that stands in my path.” He added and grew his claws longer as his hand rose to a threatening height over me.