The Lycan Kings Mate Novels & Stories

"My mate" Ava replied like it was the most natural thing in the world, Martin looked at her wide eyed and had even paused momentarily. Ava walked on letting him process it but it didn't take long before he caught up with her. "How...how is this possible? Maeve told me your mate is the Lycan King" Ava nodded "he truly is" Martin pointed in the direction they were coming from "But that is not him, wait you got two mates?" He exclaims with distaste obvious in his voice, Ava turned and glared at him. Martin raised his hands up

Ana said. " That's tough!!!!,So he has been all alone,No friends ??? No family?? No Mate ??" I asked and Ana burst in laughter. " Mate ????? The Lycan King has been cursed by the moon goddess after executing someone innocent,He would die alone, With no mate" Ana explained. " No mate ???? You did mention that he had a Betrothed, Isn't she his mate ???" I asked and Ana had a little moment of laughter before she continued.

Every Lycan who has found their mate has it and it only gets brighter as they mark and mate with their chosen. His anger softened when he saw the tears glimmering in his mother’s eyes. “Oh, my dear Bryan…” His mother reached her hands up and he took them, squeezing them lightly. Everyone back in the Ortiz Kingdom had been worried that their future king didn’t have a mate since in the Lycan age, He’d spent a century looking for a mate. “You have to break the fetters of the mate bond,” Edric growled, “That’s the only way to win the war.”

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.

The Luna of his kingdom. I already met and rejected my real mate because of him, I don’t need a stupid poor, and weak mate like him, and I am eagerly waiting for the day he will crown me as his mate and queen of the Lycan. Sophia, the Lycan Queen. Haha, haha.

I blinked away the afterimages, and there before me were three men, each with gemstones that shone just as brightly as my own. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the situation. “ Our Lycan kings have found their mate!” Yola, the priestess who oversees the ceremony announced. I became breathless, realizing who they were. I could hardly breathe as I took in their regal appearance, their eyes locked onto me with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine. One of the kings, his amber eyes burning with intensity, spoke, “Maeve, our gemstones have led us to you. You are our mate.”

Snatching her wrist, I break her limb and rip out her throat before she could howl. In an instant, I felt three powerful people stand behind me. I knew who they belonged too. Warm, steel-like arms curl around my waist. My mate pulls me back from the very naked rogue before me. "I have no problem cleaning the entire forest of you lunatics," the Kings' voice was promising, dark and cold. His skin felt hotter than the average temperature, and I know his wolf is fighting to the surface. "Leave now," his tone was commanding. No wolves, regardless of their classification, can fight the command of a Lycan King.

I asked, and they gave each other some looks before facing me. “Should I leave?” I asked and they quickly shook their heads. “Apologies my lord” one of them said and I scoffed. “We thought, since your former mate is gone, you should try to get another mate and, since you and Miss Naomi seem close, we thought she should be your mate”, one of the elderly said and I leaned back on the chair while they waited in silence to hear my response. I don't have it in mind to make Naomi my Luna, she is just someone that satisfies my sex urge.

"It's happened before. Multiple times. The Burning wasn't that long ago. Some of us still remember." Several council members nod. "The King's father implemented these laws for a reason," another councilor adds, a man with a scarred face and hard eyes. "To protect our people. To prevent another catastrophe." "And those laws have served us well," Aldric agrees. "Which is why we cannot make exceptions. Not even for the King's fascination." "It's not fascination," Mira says sharply. "She's his fated mate. The connection..." "Is irrelevant," Aldric cuts her off. "Plenty of Lycans have lived without their fated mates. The King himself did so for twenty years. He can do so again."

She quickly agreed, stating that we were always meant to be. And I guess a part of me does think she made a… decent point. She is Lycan after all, and not only that, but a royal, too. We would have a powerful heir in the future being pure Lycan royals. But still, I can’t shake off the feeling that something is missing. I shook my head and got up from the chair. ‘Whatever, she’s our mate and that’s all that matters. Tomorrow, this will all be official.’ I told Excalibur and he was about to say something else, but decided to cut him off.