The Lycan Kings Mate Free Online Bridget Marie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

’ Bo grumbled at us. “Sooooo… Dmitri is the Alpha of Alphas? Just like that? He’s King of all the lycans in the world? And he has goddess power on tap because Selene created a mate bond with him? But to make it all a little less terrifying, he’s super juiced on that goddess power because she took him into the Aether?” Sophie rubbed her temples and stared at me. ‘Yes,’ she didn’t seem to feel the need to expand on that any further.

With that, Brayden dodged here and there, moving away from Harper’s punches and blows. Damon watched with a snicker on his face. he and Harper hasn’t played pillow fight before. They’re not that sweet with each other. But there’s no need to be jealous now. That competition’s long over. Damon has won. He has claimed Harper as his mate. She’s the Lycan king’s mate, not the Beta’s. They belong to each other, not Brayden and her. Finally, the two stopped with their childish games. They came to their senses and Harper dropped the pillow. She also picked it up and returned it on the side of the bed.

"We all thought he would be alone forever." "Adrian?" Since when was he referred to as 'his Highness'? The only one who was referred to as that was- "No. The Lycan King," My breath left me. The tears stung my eyes before I could even say a word. "His Royal Highness- Lycan King having his mating ceremony today. Purple Sun City is bubbling with joy. I hear his bride is a woman who has stuck by his side from childhood."

Mom made an unearthly yell and I bent over to have a look at what was going on down there. “Watch what you say, Mackenzie! You have to watch what you say when talking about the Lycan King!” Dad toned down. “That is it! What is he? Is he a god?” Mom flared, “he might govern over us but he does not own us. How dare he ordered us to send our daughter over in the next three days? Is that how marriage works?” “What?” Tamsyn gasped in shock, she moved away from the rail and began running back to my room.

After all, no Lycan will want a Luna who has already mated with another man. "Eloise..." His deep, hoarse voice came, and I looked up, keeping a sad expression. "Who do you think you are to talk about my Luna?" His red eyes blazed up, and his glare turned into a terrifying scowl. My eyes protruded in horror. Terror gripped me, and my whole body started trembling immediately. "Yo...your Majesty..." "And what exactly gave you the audacity to talk to me?" "I believe you're aware of the penalty for blasphemy against the King or Queen?"

She looked at me for the longest time before saying, “Can I tell you a story? I promise you that when I’m done, you’ll understand.” I didn’t have another choice. I nodded. Dramatically, she said, “Once upon a time, there was a King, a Lycan King, and he could have had any woman his heart desired, but he fell in love with a witch instead.” I scowled. “But witches don’t have mates.”

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

And still, I forced myself to stay quiet, to breathe steady, to keep playing the game. But the fear? It's starting to win. I glance at the woman driving, her hands steady on the wheel, her eyes dead in the mirror. “Um… Miss?” My voice barely comes out. “Are the Lycan Kings more powerful than you?” I know it sounds stupid. Desperate. But I have to know. If there’s still hope. If they won the fight against these women. Silence. A long one. And then her voice—husky and sharp—cuts through it.

My head badly wants to rotate and seek assurance from my mate, who stands behind me, but I don’t. I can do this too. Because I am Queen. “Good morning, everyone.” My voice booms in the silent arena and bounces back to my eardrums. I don’t even have to be loud — the silence is enough to carry even the quietest sound. “I’m Brooklyn…” I trail off, having no idea what my biological surname is. And although Landon and I have yet to mate officially, he’s mine and I am his. “…McBroom, mate to Landon McBroom, Luna to the mates of the United Kingdom, and Queen to the werewolves.”

“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.”