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"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

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?

____________________ Back at the Lycan clan, the Lycan king, Marius was a middle-aged man. He was tall and handsome and had beautiful cobalt-blue eyes. A ruthless man and he ruled the Lycan clan with an iron fist. The Lycans were usually stronger than the werewolves but they were extremely strong due to the workload he'd make them do and the Lycans hated him. He had a mate, Eliza. An extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and deep black coloured eyes, she was tall as well. She was a daughter of a noble and rich Lycan father. She and Marius had been mated since she was eighteen and he was twenty. But she was as ruthless as her husband and more cunning than he was. She was the mother of t

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

But right now, he wanted to tear this alpha apart. “No…no… I did not mean it like that. It’s just that, Branka is…. She’s the lowest here. I mean, the lowest omega in the pack. She does not have a wolf either!” He sounded more excited about that like he wanted me to shake my head and say that I don’t want her because of that. “And so?” My question must have caught him off guard because his eyes widened. “You can’t have a wolfless girl as your mate Alpha King! That would be abominable!” He bellowed as he paced the office over and over again.

Brynlee POV As I got closer to my man, I couldn't help feeling grateful that my stepmother sold me to him. He was everything and more that a woman could ask for. These were the type of men we dream about every night as our prince charming in a white horse. My dream came true... I was getting married to my King charming. "We are gathered here today to witness the solemnization of our dearly beloved King and his true mate. We..." The priest started his marital accolade that took forever and I could see Maverick getting impatient. I was also tired but I couldn't say anything because I heard this was the first wedding ever in the lycan world. My mate must have gotten someone who was used to the

he was mumbling. " Darn!!!" he frustratedly scratches his head. Just when I could tame all the wolves keeper, and now here is one of them who's...damn! How would I even describe her? Rysher thinks. He rose from his seat and screamed for one of his spies to come over. " What is it Lycan King?" asked the man whose head was kept down before him. " The Ultima of the Howling Valley... I want you to dig more information about her," he ordered.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet us. I would like to introduce you to Christine here. She is the sister of the Lycan King." King Drake, a formidable presence with an air of authority, stood tall and regal. His eyes, a striking shade of emerald, immediately locked onto me. "Related to the Lycan King, you say? Yet you are not a Lycan yourself. How is that so?" he enquired, his voice a rich baritone that resonated through the valley. "His mate is descended from the Lycans, and is the Lycan Queen. Daemon became one after they mated," I answered.

“Your brother sent us. Your brother who has found his very human mate, and never went to go learn magic from the coven who cursed my mate.” I could only imagine I looked just as shocked as the she-bears sitting with us. The silence prickled along the air around us as we all digested our own revelations. “You’re a lycan?” Anaka wheezed into the silence. “He’s not just a lycan,” Brandi grumbled. “He’s Lycan King Isaac Ambrose.” Anaka was not as phased as I thought she would be, instead wheeling around to face me. “You can’t be his mate, then. Lycans don’t have mates.”

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