The Lycan Prince’s Defiant Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Prince Mykal? I repeat stupidly to myself, unable to stop gaping at the breathtaking man before me. I knew the name, of course. It always pays to know the name of your enemy. Prince Mykal Boreal, eldest son of the Lycan King, and next in line for the throne. Everything in me stops suddenly. Wait, did he just say I was his mate? I look at him, aghast. How is that possible? He's a Lycan! I'm a Werewolf. We're enemies. And yet…

She said and I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked and she gestured for me to listen. “When the lycans find their mate, they will mark them with their scent. As you mentioned he rubbed your neck, it’s their primal behavior. They are proud breed and wouldn’t show their feelings to anyone except their mates. I believe that Prince felt helpless and sadness from quiet a long time and he vented it out on you. That is what makes them ruthless and a bit scary. Since he is the pure descendent, he will tend to be fiercer. That is why the common education helped back then.” She explained and I was shocked.

I growled to the empty room, slamming my fist onto the table. My wolf paced restlessly behind my ribs, his claws digging into my soul. He didn't care about politics. He didn't care about my reputation. He wanted her. He wanted to claim her, to mark her, and to roar to the world that she belonged to the Lycan Prince. But I couldn't. I was the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North. I was a Lycan Prince. If I accepted a weak, rejected Omega as my Luna, I would be a laughingstock. The other Alphas would see it as a sign of weakness.

Then I smelled my mate, and when I looked at the door, she was standing there with the others. "Your mate has been rejected! How much better could she be than me?" Lica shouted, not knowing that Cindy was there to hear everything she was saying. "She's a bitch, just like Sheena, who whores around. Is that what the royal Lycans wanted? "Women that have been passed on to different men?" she asked. I was furious, but I couldn't help a smirk leave my lips because I already saw what would happen to her.

-Jackson- The rain poured down on me, but I barely felt it. I pushed my body harder than ever. My wolf was clawing inside me, growling and pissed off. He would not be quiet these days. He was always grumbling and demanding I did more to get our mate back, to win her over. I wanted to. I wanted nothing more, but Daphne was no ordinary wolf. She was not even a wolf. Daphne was a lycan from a high-status family, and… she was engaged to someone else. It filled me with anger when I learned.

he replied hesitantly. Before he could share more details, a fellow member shouted at Sophia, challenging her authority to choose the next leader. "If he's gone, then you can't pick our next leader. The rule is firm. Only the strongest among us can be our alpha." Others joined in, their voices merging into a chorus of dissent. Sophia tried to pacify them, explaining her choice of Jake to avoid unnecessary conflict, "I get you, Sam, and that's why I picked Jake to prevent any brawls." However, Sam, the vocal dissenter, responded, "Fighting is part of us, lycans. If your mate is dead, you have no right to dictate how we choose our next leader."

He rasped. "If you're not telling me your true feelings because of the red moon and you're afraid that I might find my mate, then rest assured. I'm not going anywhere. I solely belong to you whether you want me or not," He said with sincerity. She gazed at him quietly though her heart fluttered at his words. But still, she has read how strong the mate bond was and lycans were the most strong creatures and so were their urges. They could never turn down their mate because it was too intense and they might even die if they reject one.

Heads turned. He walked like he owned every inch of ground he covered. "That," Mirabelle whispered, "is the Lycan prince." My blood turned to ice. "That's him?" Sarah breathed. "Yes. That's Prince Theron." The words landed like stones in my stomach.

My birthday is today…it’s my ninth year…. The Lycans were snarling, snapping at my parents. Accusing them. Something about traitors. Something about a mate. Why’s everyone talking about mates? Lycans can’t mate with werewolves. Papa fell. Then, Mama. Both of them made a horrible, wet sound. Both added to all the red. Go away. Go away.

"He's my mate. Do you still need love if our lives depend on each other?" "Mate?!" Ive repeated in surprise. "Are you kidding?" Cia looked displeased with Ive's words. "Have you ever seen me that intimate with a boy?" This all makes no sense. Morgan and Ive could clearly smell the woods in Zeno's proximity. They knew that the man was not an ordinary human, but they were very reluctant to ask Cia this. Never mind them, Cia is confused by the destiny that Hecate has given her. However, having a Lycan mate is not that bad. Zeno has a gentle demeanor and his gaze seems to drown Cia time and time again.