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“Our contestants: Lady Nina Parke, soldier of the Lycan female army, daughter of Minister Gale, and Lady Myra, soldier of the Lycan female army.” He paused again. The crowd couldn’t help but murmur. “It’s still a she-wolf. Doesn’t she have a pack or is she a rogue? The Lycan King and a rogue? This is preposterous.” Matteo shot a glare at all of them, making them shudder in fear and zip their lips.

"What's that scent?" a low growl nearby us was heard. Zen and I were hiding our tiny figures in the garden, but I think we're doomed now. "What do you mean, Thomas?" his beta asked and Thomas shushed him up. The moment I tried to stand up, the Lycan King had already pinned me on the ground. "Mate," he hissed and looked at me in the eyes. I was shocked to hear him say that, but I was more shocked by the fact that my mate is royalty.

"Your strength is unquestioned. But you are not above the Edict of the Eclipse. You are the anchor." Varak unrolled the scroll. "The Lycan King is the strongest wolf on this earth because he must act as the bridge between the mortal packs and the Moon Goddess," he read, his voice gaining traction. "His bloodline is the conduit for her magic. The laws of our forefathers are clear: The King’s mate, the High Queen, must possess an aura strong enough to withstand that spiritual current. A weak mate, a dormant mate, severs that connection entirely."

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Luca Marino Every fucking thing I did were necessary evils. As a Lycan King and mafia lord, I was used to that principle. Over the years, that exact mantra led me to the top. Drunk Serena had accused that I was mean. But, she didn’t know of my world just yet. This is why I had come up with a deal to keep her around. Since she was my mate, I had to keep her around to be complete. Oh, so holy.

"I have never shown Camila any form of disrespect, what do you talk about, mother?''He feigned ignorance of her cause. "Son," She drew the chair closer, her prominent almond scent engulfing him. It reminds him of when his mother saw him as her child and not just an instrument to acquire more power. "You know what I mean. Marriage. The blood moon is here and soon, soon, you will need your mate beside you to help you amass more power.`` "I don't want more power, mother." She hissed and reclined back. "Stop talking nonsense, Maximillan. Every King yearns for power. Only a greater power makes you different from every other creature that lurks around us. You are a Lycan for goodness sake!"

The search was over, and love had triumphed. I squiz the paper more, feeling the pain of having to fake all these sweet moments. I don't even know why this is necessary. But I heard that the Lycans believe much in the mate bond and that their king should have a mate. As I arrived at the venue, I saw another girl dressed decently, like a princess. When I asked Emily, she said that they had to make it real. To appear that one of us isfor each of the princes, while I am actually for both of them.

I know he was right, there wouldn’t be anything between us. “Remember Silas, the pack needs a Luna,” I replied flatly. “And I haven’t found my mate. I doubt if I would ever find her. Our contract marriage will get rid of the rumors but nobody has to know it’s a contract wedding.” “Why do I feel like there’s more to it, Alpha?” Silas narrowed his gaze at me, I looked away from him and tapped my lithe fingers on the table saying nothing. “This isn’t just about the rumor going around the pack that you are impotent, It’s not going to end well, Alpha. She’s the Alpha King’s daughter.”

“Dearly beloved, we gather today to witness the union of our Luna, Annabel Anderson, and Adrian Blackwood in the sacred bond of mating.” “Annabel Marie Anderson,” Elder Marcus continued, “do you take Adrian James Blackwood as your mate, to love and cherish, to stand beside you through all of life’s joys and sorrows?” “I do.” My tone was steady and sure. “Adrian James Blackwood, do you take Anna Marie Anderson as your mate, to love and cherish, to stand beside through all of life’s joys and sorrows?” There was a pause, and it was so brief that I almost missed it, “I do.”

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.

His mate, rarer still, Lycan royalty almost never mingled openly with wolf society. "A Lycan mate," Marla mused, swirling her wine thoughtfully. "I wonder what sort of creature could tame a man like that. They say Lycan Kings go mateless for centuries, waiting." "Perhaps she's some noblewoman from Lypion," Damian offered, uninterested beyond the political weight of the announcement. "It hardly matters. What matters is every eye in the territories will be on Ashwood that night, and for once, they'll see exactly what they should have seen all along." He glanced toward Vivian with open pride. "A proper Luna. A pregnancy already underway. No more whispers, no more pity looks at council meetings.