The Lycan Kings Mate Novels & Stories

“From someone who has been searching for you both since the day you were born.” “Who?” Nicholas asked, his hazel eyes narrowing. Kathy’s gaze snapped to him, a questioning look crossing her face. “He is my mate,” I said, crossing my arms. “Answer his question.” Kathy and Ben exchanged another glance, something unreadable passing between them before they looked back at us. “The Lycan King.” We all froze. A Lycan King? What on earth were they talking about? I let out a dry laugh. “And is the flying tooth fairy after us too?”

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

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.

Third-Person Pov Amidst the chaos of battle, where the clash of teeth and fur echoed through the forest, Kavan and Murad, two powerful Lycan kings, faced off like ancient titans, their eyes locked in a deadly duel. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their muscles taut and their instincts honed for combat. Murad, his eyes burning with possessive rage, snarled at Kavan, his voice a menacing growl. "You dare to steal my woman, Kavan? She's mine, marked by me! You cannot claim what belongs to me!"

“No.” “You can’t keep running from what we are.” “I already told you I don’t accept it.” “But you won’t reject it either,” he said. “Deep down, you actually want it.” “No!” “Yes,” he said. “And you can’t keep lying to yourself.” He pulled away and left the bathroom. I stayed there for a moment, leaning against the sink, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. I had kept a big secret from my family. For a week, I hadn’t told them I had found my mate—and that mate was… the king! The lycan king! Would they even accept that?

____________________ 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!”

Kate said, nodding slowly before falling silent. She wasn’t a child. She understood already, and she knew how overwhelming it could be to learn you were the Lycan King’s mate. "How long did it take him to mark them?" I asked. Kate’s eyes widened before she spoke. "It… it’s actually a sacred topic, and my knowledge is limited. But if you want me to help you, my lady, then answer me plainly...Is the Lycan King your mate?" "Yes," I said without flinching. If I turned down her help, who else could I go to?

I replied, plopping down on the bed. "If you think so, then you're really dumb, way dumber than I thought," she replied and I frowned, hating being called dumb. "The last thing the Lycan Kings will do is kill you. After all you're their mate and the only thing I could say they care most about besides their psycho sister," she added. I remained silent, not believing her. Brandon was my mate yet he tried to kill me without blinking an eye so why wouldn't the ruthless Lycan Kings famous for being temperamental and unforgiving towards those who offend them not do the same?