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Then, without warning, he stepped closer. “I am a Lycan King,” Maddox said, his voice deep and resonant, eyes never leaving mine. His face hovered mere inches from mine. “And I wouldn’t like my queen using words like that,” he whispered, his breath brushing my lips, setting every nerve in my body alight. “Your Queen?” I echoed, dazed. “The one who almost drove you to the brink of death?” I asked and my words burned me again. He only smiled and pulled me closer to him “No one can kill me… except my mate,” he said, voice husky, eyes burning. “You are the only one who can touch me, the only one who could make me beg for death.”

Faye glanced at me, her eyes encouraging as she nodded at me to go on. "I'm Ivy Rose, Alpha Alec's and Alpha Tyler's mate, your future Luna Queen," I said more boldly than I planned, an air of superiority surrounding me. I didn't fail to notice the sudden gasps of surprise, Alec spewing his drink from his mouth and Tyler's eyes almost popping out of their eye sockets. Even Alpha Jericho stumbled back in surprise. I guess no one expected my affiliation with the Lycan Kings. "You're the mate of the Lycan Kings?" Alpha Jericho asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he exchanged glances between them and me.

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.”

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."

And he's a Lycan king. 'I am a billionaire and don't need a king for a husband.' 'Mate. That's what we call him. And it was deeper than a human's husband.' Masha said, 'Whatever!' I told her, and she kept herself hidden again at the back of my mind. She's not angry at me but because I didn't want to submit to our mate. Clover had suffered too much from her mate and me, with my boyfriend, Mike. There's no way I will let another man destroy me. Not until I took my revenge on those leeches and settled everything with them once and for all.

His voice was calm, but there was something underneath his tone that suggested I really didn’t want to find out what happened when he had to ask twice. “Anna.” I replied. “Anna.” He repeated it like he was testing how it sounded. “I’m Ace Lantslov.” My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew that name. Every werewolf pack in existence knew that name. Because the Lantslovs weren’t just lycans, they were THE lycans. The royal family that had ruled over lycans and werewolves for centuries, and owned almost every pack here. Of course he would spend that much on me when he was practically a billionaire.

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.

____________________ 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

Stronger than any wolf I’d ever fought. But I wasn’t a wolf anymore. I was Lycan. Moon-blessed. Mate to a 300-year-old Lycan King. Mother to a Lycan prince. Carrying a Lycan princess. I slammed him into the ground and pinned him, claws at his throat, teeth bared at his jugular. “Yield,” I snarled, Lycan voice rumbling from my chest. He bucked under me, trying to throw me off. “Never! You’re mine!”

My grip tightens around the glass, and I barely notice the crack that forms under the pressure. “I’m going to kill him,” I say, my voice cold and final. But as the words leave my mouth, I know the truth—killing him isn’t an option. Not yet. The eastern territory belongs to my twin brother, the other Lycan King. After our mother died and the balance between us shattered, we divided the land into two empires: west and east. Each of us rules our domain without interference. For now. Ben shifts uncomfortably. “I know you want to, Silas. But the real question is—what does he want with your mate?” His sharp eyes narrow, already working through possible answers.