Novel & Cerita The Lycan Kings Mate Bridget Marie Free

I blinked away the afterimages, and there before me were three men, each with gemstones that shone just as brightly as my own. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the situation. “ Our Lycan kings have found their mate!” Yola, the priestess who oversees the ceremony announced. I became breathless, realizing who they were. I could hardly breathe as I took in their regal appearance, their eyes locked onto me with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine. One of the kings, his amber eyes burning with intensity, spoke, “Maeve, our gemstones have led us to you. You are our mate.”

But the room was vast, filled with towering shelves of ancient texts, scrolls, and records of the kingdom’s history. If there were answers about the mate bond, about why she was changing… they would be here. She ran her fingers along the spines of old books, scanning the titles. Most were written in the old tongue—Lycan script, which she could barely decipher. She frowned, pulling down a thick, dust-covered tome. The moment she opened it, the scent of aged parchment filled the air. She flipped through the pages, skimming the old inked words. "The bond between Lycan and mate is sacred, written in blood and soul. To reject it is to suffer. To embrace it is to be transformed."

A young girl who looks my age tells her friend as Aurora and I help them pick some dresses from the hangers. My ears prick on instinct as soon as they mention the enthronment of the next lycan king. Donovan. How close is his birthday? "My grandmother told me the same." The other girl replies in all smiles as she measures a dress with her body, standing in front of the full frame mirror. "I heard he rejected his mate. You know what that means for us?" I lift my brow a little at her words. Rejected his mate? Where did she ever hear that absurd lie from?

“This isn’t just about being right or wrong; this is about the survival of our people as well. If we continue along this path and allow a wolf to dictate our every move, then what have we been fighting for all these years?” "But to kill her?" Cedric said, his face pale. "That is extreme. If the king finds out—" "Then he will have no choice, but to move on," Rowan interjected. "He will be angry, but eventually he will find a proper mate—a Lycan mate." “You are all fools if you think you can do this without consequences,” Magnus warned. “Greg is not just any king. He is the strongest of us all. If he finds out that we had a hand in harming his mate, he will not show mercy.”

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?

He is manly, with a warrior god physique. She was before a damsel in distress and she had been her hero. She had become what she is now, gentle and dangerous, water in a real sense, because of what he had done to her. But more than that, his desperate love for his beloved is what thrilled her most. His bride is a very lucky girl, whoever among them is she. Meanwhile in Oxidore " Your mother didn't send you here just to lose! Every creature of the night know that Rhysher the Lycan is searching for a bride to marry! That should be you!" Balthar was yelling at his daughter.

Granny said oblivious to what was going on. I could feel sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. I hoped the ceremony would be over soon. I had no idea how long I could endure the pain. “Do you King Arnou, Alpha of the Lycan territory and Lycan of the Merge, take Princess of the Moon Crystal, Former Luna of the Blood Diamond as your wife, mate, High Luna, and Queen of Queens?” “Yes, I do,” Arnou said in a small voice as tears welled up anew in his eyes.

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

I needed to figure out who the hell she was. Was she a witch, a werewolf, a lycan, or a vampire? I didn’t care who the hell she was. All I knew was that she had to perish. She must die. *** Lycan King’s POV What was going on with my children? My little girl was Aiden and Ethan’s fated mate. Something wasn’t right. Something was erroneous somewhere.

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.