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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.

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

The crowd parted for us again. We approached the newcomers. Up close, I could sense a family resemblance. The younger man had Mathias' eyes. His nose. The angle of his jaw. "Autumn," Mathias began, "let me introduce my son, Kavan." "And his beta, Darius." Kavan. The name hit me like a blow in the stomach. This was Mathias' son. The Lycan King The man who claimed me in the woods. Kavan's gaze met mine again. There was no recognition. But something else flared up there. Confusion. Interest.

Immediately the words leave Antonio’s lips, Kelvin feels a strong, lethal aura bearing down on him and never in his life has his wolf had a stronger urge to yield to the aura of an Alpha and he bows, shock and realisation hitting him at the same time and he looks sharply at Tatiana who looks completely petrified, scared to death. The woman he hopes to be his mate, a witch, is the sister to the Lycan king? How? And this Antonio, fuck! He’s the one who sent her, he’s the one Leila told him about, the Lycan king is her supposed second chance mate. What could he possibly want? A sense of fear and horror slowly begins to fill Kelvin’s heart. No one hasn’t heard of the tyrannic and murderous deeds

Olive leaves circled the symbol and there were several runes carved above the Lycan's head. She instantly knew that it was a carriage from Thestonia but she was aghast when a very tall figure stepped out of the coach. The door of the carriage shut with a loud thud, echoing in the woods. Now that the door was out of the way, her grey eyes locked with a pair of black ones whose owner stood tall and regal. Her heartbeats quickened all of a sudden and something strange stirred inside her. He was the Lycan King. She hesitated for a moment but didn't take a step back. She still stood between the arrow and her leopard. His black eyes lingered grimly over her before they looked past her, at the leop

“I’m glad to hear that, but it cannot go beyond that. You shouldn’t try to manage your lives like that.” “It’s not as easy as it seems,” I said sadly. “Cameron is going to be king. He needs a mate he can mark to fulfill the prerequisites for being a king. I don’t want him to leave me for someone else, but I would gladly step aside if this meant he could live a longer life.” Grandma squeezed my hand gently. “I understand, but if Cameron feels he can’t leave you, you just have to be careful to avoid exchanging bodily fluids, which could kill him.”

His eyes flitted to me and stayed, waiting. “Is it true that Lycans have trouble finding mates?” I asked. “Is that why when you found me, even though I was still a pup–” “Do you think I fell in love with a child at first sight?” King Zavan interrupted me, voice curdling with a slight growl. “You would associate me with those sorts of perversions?” “Then tell me what I’m supposed to think,” I said, more exasperated than angry. Truly, I wanted the full picture more than anything. “You didn’t reject the bond, even back then.”

When Kiyan and I were much younger and more naïve than we now were, my grandmother would sit us down in front of the fireplace every night and tell us a story. It never changed and always began with the same person- Lycaon. He was said to be the first of the lycans, cursed to shapeshift into a wolf by Zeus. The reason? He tried to serve the great and powerful Zeus human flesh. Furious with Lycaon’s trickery, Zeus cursed him. From there the lycan curse spread. Lycans would bite humans, cursing them to the same fate. Eventually, word had spread about these strange shape-shifting creatures. And so, a war broke out between the humans and lycans, both believing that the world had no place for the

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

He takes a sip of his drink and nods, "Exactly what it means, sweetheart. You are getting married to King Ronan Obsborn." "I'm not marrying some lycan king. Dad, I didn't even know that lycans existed until last week!" I shout. I found out last week that we shared this kingdom with a group of shifters called lycans. Like, literally, humans who shift into beasts, lycans. The humans and lycans want the war to end, and to do so, they must form a political alliance through marriage. That's where I come in. My father is the human leader, and Ronan is the lycan king.