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"I-why does he want to do that? I thought that was for mates?" Alex swallowed, his thick throat working down what looked like a lump of fear. "It is, Jane. But for those that don't have mates, or don't want their mate, you can mark anyone. He wants to mark you to become his queen, which tells us he is a Lycan King. He rules over other lycans." Jane hated the sound of all of that. "What are we going to do?" Alex cleared his throat. "We're going to do what we planned. We're going to ask your aunt about anything in your family tree, and then we're going to protect you at all costs."

“Until you prove your loyalty to me, that will be the time I will accept you as the queen. I do not want a weakling as my mate.” Bastard. The Lycan King should have said he would reject me. It would be faster that way. And by that time, I would have no difficulty killing him in the process if I found out he had something to do with Sabrina's disappearance. Why was I paired with the Lycan King again? “Being mates is not like that. We will accept each other without conditions. You will accept me for who I am,” I explained. “I can make my own rules. I am the Lycan king.”

“That is who you are after all; my mate.” I scoff. “It hasn't been that long I left Earth, and now, I am someone's mate?” He feigns hurt. “Someone?” He places a hand to his chest. “I am Rome. The King of Lucian City; the only Lycan. And you should be honored to be my mate.” Honored, my ass. He is prideful, and I despise men with a toxic ego. My eyes twitch. “You are not how I pictured you?”

“You hide her away like a weakness. That alone proves she is dangerous.” “She is protected,” Ares replied, eyes glowing faintly gold. “By me.” Another king stepped forward… taller… older… eyes sharp with calculation. “You refuse a mate for centuries,” King Rhydian said coolly. “Then suddenly claim the rarest bloodline in existence. The packs will not accept it without challenge.” Ares tilted his head slowly. “Then they will burn.” The hall shook. Power rolled off him, violent and feral, Lycan rage barely contained beneath skin stretched too tight.

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.

"As payment for all your losses and pain. I formed a line of Lycans. These Lycans will be your descendents. Each will be male and each will be immortal. Each immortal king will have a mate. Only with their mate can they produce the next King. You shall hopefully, never watch one of your male descendents die of old age, but I can not promise it. As I precaution I did have to set a restriction. If a Lycan King rejects his mate, he loses his immortality. This portion of the gift shall never leave this realm. If they go against my matebond, they do not deserve to rule. When a King marks his mate, he will gift her immortality. So no need to worry there. Now since I gave away all of my immortal es

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!”

“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?”

Knowing what she had been through made her strong and shine with a different beauty, she was born to be a queen. She wasn’t Derek’s Queen yet. Yes, they had marked each other, but Lycans could still choose a mate even if they find their fated mate. I would not force her to come with me, but I will make damn sure that I try to win her over. I could be a bastard, but I would never take someone else’s mate away from them unless they wanted to come.

I spread my legs, anxiously waiting for him to say something while he spread the documents in some format that only made sense to him in front of us. "I've been going through my documents since, trying to piece together where I saw these same images." "What did you find?" I lean forward, trying to study the papers in front of us but coming up with nothing. "Something astonishing." His eyes sparkled with an excited light like he just discovered a pile of treasure. "In all my years of studying lycanthropy which is another word for werewolves...I've only come across this anomaly once in my lifetime." He paused dramatically like we were in a theater and I bit back the retort on the tip of my ton