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I obeyed without hesitation. He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight nod, he turned to his warriors and ordered, “Leave us.” The warriors exchanged glances but obeyed without question, filing out of the room until we were alone. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. The Lycan King leaned forward, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are my mate,” he said bluntly, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “I am not going to deny that. But I want you to keep it a secret. For now. Is that clear?”

They were feral and fed off of people, wolves and other Lycans. Racing forwards. I see her arms stretched out across the ground, half hidden by a thick bush. Something drags her into the bush. She makes no sound. Jumping on it, I land on top of a Rogue Lycan. It’s dark yellow eyes glowing at me in the darkness. “She is mine!” I growl “I found her” He snaps back. “Bow, you fucking idiot. I am your King!” The Rogue glances at me and then to Lilah. He starts laughing. “She is a wolf. What kind of Lycan King is mated to a wolf?”

Mateo. "Let me introduce myself properly to you, my darling queen," I scoff. "My name is Mateo Morrison, and I am the CEO of Royal Mateo Incorporated Ltd. I’m also the Lycan Blood kingdom’s monarch, and you’re my mate, whom I’ve long wanted to meet." I catch my mate’s eye, and her amazement at finding out who I am is evident. "You are what?" She inquires. "Are you the infamous Lycan king? Wow! You are real. You are not just a myth. I can't believe this. I can’t believe I’m a mate to such a cruel and evil king."

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

She pointed to me. I scoffed. “I don’t want your sloppy seconds, Shannon. Even if he was my mate, and I am not saying he is. It would be a cold day in hell before I accepted him as a mate. I would take the Lycan King over Brandon.” I threw my head back and laughed when she gasped. The Lycan king was the bogeyman of all wolves. The last Lycan to exist and one who lives in the wild. It’s said the only wolves that ever see his face are the council that oversees the packs.

he says. “Do about what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means. One of the qualifying factors in becoming Lycan King is to have a mate, but not just any mate, a strong and viable mate. “The law states that an Alpha, or any Lycan, who takes up the title and power of King must have a mate of equal or higher status,” Elder Johnson interrupts, finally speaking. Elder Mann has never gone against my word, and with their little exchange earlier, I knew he still didn’t want to oppose me.

“But I know standing around sniffing the fucking wind won’t.” A low growl rippled through the Lycan’s pack at his tone. The Lycan’s gaze sharpened dangerously. “You forget who you’re speaking to.” Ronan stepped closer, chest nearly touching the Lycan’s. “No,” he said quietly. “I remember exactly who I’m speaking to. The only other male who would burn the world down for her.” The Lycan’s jaw flexed. He looked at the book again. “She is not just your mate,” the Lycan said darkly. “She is my little princess.”

When he spoke, his words were not only for the present, but for the future. “The Guardians always watch. We care nothing for bloodlines, but only for who can bear the weight of the crown.” His gaze swept the room, every eye fixed on him. “In our sight, Nyra is not only the king’s mate. She is the Luna of the Lycán Empire. And we will kneel to her, if need be.”

It wasn't a nice smile. "You smell like Shadowmoon Pack," he said. "And blood. And rage." His smile widened. "Mostly rage." "Good," I said. My voice came out steady. "I plan to use it." He let out a dark laugh, a sound that should have scared me. "Do you know who I am, little wolf?" "No." "I'm Lycan King. Alpha of the Northern Territories." He took a step closer. "I've killed more wolves than you've probably met. I've destroyed packs that crossed me. People call me a monster."