The Lycan Kings Mate Novels & Stories

he waved off my pleas like they meant nothing and I huffed as he rose to his feet With a gulp, I grabbed onto his leg and held him so dear to my chest. "Please, Lycan King! Have mercy on me." "Wait what?" He sounded shocked and I looked up at him teary eyed. "Y-You are the Lycan King of this City, right? Please let me go, I swear to never come here again. Also... If you could let me go with my mate-" "Your mate?" He asked again, sounding confused. "Who is your mate?"

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

He asked casually, ignoring the man's jab. "Because she knows him!" Milan seemed to think on it, looking at his nails to flick off an insect that just perched there. "Well, as the Lycan King of this Kingdom, I beg to differ. I can't l_" "What!" They all screamed. "You are the Lycan King?" The scrawny man surged forward, then his eyes grew in their sockets as he pointed deadly at Milan turned to his followers, and shouted. "He is the man we seek. Get him!"

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.”

The King of the Lycans, who was currently laying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep beside him. Darach King, the only beast who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom. He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was madder than any other living Lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness.

I could not grasp what she was saying that easily. Because of all the denial in my system, I could not help but laugh. It sounded so ridiculous! How could it be true? Was the witch playing with me? "It's impossible! The great king already had Queen Axianna back then as his mate... how could he be mated with another woman once again?" That was when Nidhi proceeded with her story. "The truth that most of us didn't know until now was the fact that the last Lycan King was a “Moon Child," and it meant that he was destined to have two mates."

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.

Elle turned to leave, her mind still reeling from the conversation she’d had with her mother, but just as her hand was about to grasp the door handle, a voice halted her. “Not so fast,” the Lycan King said, his tone firm but not without a trace of something else—something more calculating. Elle turned to face him, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “What now?” she asked, her voice sharp, as the weight of the evening pressed heavily upon her. The Lycan King’s gaze was steady, his posture commanding as always. “My brothers will be here shortly,” he said, pausing to let the words hang in the air. “I’m hoping you will naturally mate with one of them.”

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?”