The Lycan Prince’s Defiant Mate Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TEN CAMILLA “Mine…” he growled, and everyone gasped. I froze. What did he say? I did not know if I heard him correctly. Did he just say what I think he said? “She is my mate.” He said and my jaw dropped. I looked at him in utter disbelief. “Your highness?” my father blurted, looking confused. “Camilla Sinclair is the lycan prince’s mate.” Fergus repeated, making my whole body freeze, rooted in place.

"No, this is not a trap. Can I just tell you who I am enquiring about now? I promise to tell you everything later." She nodded. "I am inquiring for myself; there is someone I like. But he is mated to someone, and he is ten times stronger than an Alpha." "You talking about Prince Reagan, are you?" "I am. Is there a way to charm a Lycan that powerful into being mine? Can you do that?" "Look, I just found my mate; I do not want to soil my hand. I love it here, and Brian is very kind. Ana, charming the mate of someone who is still alive is impossible unless you are willing to walk down the dark route."

"Don't you ever say that. Don't you ever mention you are cursed. It wasn't your fault, not your father's either, that lord Zeus had to curse Lycaon. If only Lycaon was obedient, none of this would have happened." "That is why I have chosen not to have the human girl as my mate." He insisted. "Now look, young man, I won't let you lay a finger on her. It is better you have her locked in prison, healthy and alive than I watch you kill her. As long as her scent is concerned, that girl must live." She finalized. She stands up from her seat, walking out of the dining room annoyed.

The pack elder, Alfred, stepped forward with a heavy sigh, his aged but authoritative voice carrying across the silent hall. “Since an event like this has never happened before, the young lady must undergo a series of tests to determine whether she is truly fit to become the Lycan Queen.”Matteo’s face turned stone-cold, his aura flaring with barely contained fury. “Why would my mate need to take a series of tests? She is my fated mate, chosen and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. I will only recognize her as my queen.”

The Old Lycan King prohibited them from completing the mating and ordered his son to reject the werewolf female, as the Old Lycan King had arranged for his son to be mated to a pure-blood female Lycan Princess, joining their kingdoms, expanding his own and making his Kingdom one of the strongest. Refusing to give up the mate the Moon Goddess gave him, the son rebels against his father. The Lycan Prince renounces his position as Prince and completes the mating with his werewolf mate. The female Werewolf blessed the renounced Prince by conceiving and carrying twins, a strong Royal Lycan male pup and an equally strong Royal female werewolf pup.

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

Dracula's voice struck like truck like thunder, and in an instant, every noise died down, and the whole place became dead silent, as if everyone had gone deaf. "I understand your fear, but it shouldn't make you stupid. I, the great Lycan prince, am standing here beside her to defend her from this accusation, not because she is my mate but because I am very sure she didn't harm your dickhead Alpha. He caused his death on himself!" His voice roared as he glared at them in fury.

And so, the Lycan Prince's report echoed through the ages, becoming a timeless tale of valor and triumph, inspiring future generations to stand tall in the face of darkness and fight for the light. The Lycan Prince stood tall in the grand hall, his golden eyes fixed on his father, the Alpha King, who stood at the dais. The room was filled with the murmurs of the Lycan courtiers, all eager to witness the significant moment about to unfold. The Alpha King's voice boomed through the hall as he addressed his son, "My son, the time has come for you to embrace your responsibilities as the heir to the Lycan throne." Nodding respectfully, the Prince listened intently as his father continued, "Tomorr

There was no trace of the warmth I expected from a man facing his fated mate for the first time. I nodded anyway. I had learned his name, too. He was Prince Marcus, the Second Lycan Prince. I had described him to Nora after I first saw him. She worked in the main palace sometimes so she knew who I was talking about. I didn't tell her why I wanted to know. I claimed I was only curious. He sighed. “So you’re my fated mate. Pathetic.” I blinked at him, stunned and not sure I’d heard correctly. He knew?

It was sacred, a divine blessing from the Moon Goddess herself. “Is this true?” the Lycan Prince asked, furrowing his brows in confusion, his voice low. I lowered my head. I knew what he was thinking. If it was true, if I did in fact have a mate, then not even the Lycan Royal family could force me to break that bond. I could read his thoughts on his face.