The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate Pdf Free Download の小説・ストーリー

I could hear birds outside, normal peaceful sounds that felt surreal after everything. Then I heard voices outside the door and they were raised, angry. "You replaced me with THAT?" A woman's sharp voice reached me, "A wolfless nobody who can't even speak? That's your precious mate?" "Careful, Elena." Lycan's voice was cold as death, colder than I'd ever heard it, "You're very close to crossing a line you won't come back from." "I gave you everything! Years of my life, and you throw me aside for some broken little –"

I know where he is headed with his question. “That is the Prince’s decision to make.” My father comes to my aid again but Beta Karl doesn't seem to be getting it at all and he only presses on. “The next full moon is just a few months away. If the prince does not reject his mate on time and get a new one, he wouldn't be able to succeed you, Alpha Sean. We all know the laws of the pack that governed every Lycan King and Alphas before you. An Alpha or a Lycan King cannot succeed his predecessor without a Luna by his side.” Beta Karl quotes and I set my jaw as he speaks the harsh truth.

Would they finally, finally love me? But then I snapped back to reality when I heard a thunder roar so loud it was almost like it was right next to me. Me? Mated to a Lycan and the King at that? Impossible. There was no fucking way because they’re right. They were all right. I was a nobody, and I was going to stay that way forever. “Hailey Young, when I find you, you are so fucking dead! Do you hear me?!” I hear her. I wish I don’t, but I do, and that’s how I know that they’re near, and at the edge of a cliff…

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

It quite absurd to think like this, like a fucking asshole! But what did you expect from a man like myself? She was the first thing I have ever cared about and to let go was what I see impossible. I was already drawn into the mate bond because of her love towards me. I was fucking love sick and that should scare me a little bit but I wasn't least worried. Fucking my Luna who was the Lycan King's queen and the entire Lycan race was more dangerouse than killing an entire pack of infected rogues. I pulled the stick of cigar from my mouth and let the smoke run out as it surrounds like burning flames.

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."

At that instant, my heart only ceased to beat. "I'm going to give this throne to the person who got mated with the girl who has Lycan's blood running I'm her veins. I do not care if she is your mate or not. I sacrificed a lot of things before I could secure this kingdom from being hunted by the vampires and witches.

I tried my best to keep my eyes off him, but the intoxicating scent of him kept pulling me back unconsciously. “I suspect he’s our mate, Ellie, but isn’t it uncommon to have a second chance mate this quick?” my wolf, Ru, asked, but I shut her out quickly. I was wondering the same thing before she spoke, and I needed to know what that meant for me, and my future, being the Lycan King’s mate, but I couldn’t dare ask. The Lycan King was not Vito, they were two different wolves with different authorities, and if the rumors I’d heard about the king were true, then he was very strict, merciless, and straight-up evil.

I leaned my head against the damp wall, trying to make sense of the nightmare. Then I remembered the moment when we touched. My stomach did an involuntary violent flip at the memory of his touch. The sparks, the feeling of finally belonging to someone after living all my life miserably. I had spent years telling myself a mate was a luxury I couldn't afford, a danger that would expose my secret. Only to find one now, except, he was the Lycan king, a man who probably wanted me dead. A bitter, quiet laugh bubbled up in my throat. Oh, the irony. I remembered the look in his eyes when he touched me, he doesn't want me.

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.