The Lycan Prince’s Defiant Mate Novels & Stories

I could not stop the moan that escaped me as his tongue expertly probed my lips for access. Breathless and left panting on his chest, my cheeks flushed as I acknowledged my own wanton behavior. “I have already marked you bunny. In my eyes, you are already mine. I have declared you as my mate to my family. You have my seal upon your neck. In my eyes, you are mine, and I am yours. The only thing left to do is for you to mark me as well.” Pierce’s tone is soft but serious. “You are a Lycan Prince, and I am literally no one. How are we even mates?” I want answers to my questions, or at least for him to realize how absurd it is that we are even having this conversation.

he said, walking off. “That’s damn straight,” I yelled, sticking my finger up and following after him. Draven still continued to follow me and I was annoyed. Yes I should want to throw myself into his arms and live happily ever after … with my damn prince. But I just wasn’t that girl, and I still wasn’t sure if I could accept … a lycan mate. And being a royal? Shoot! His last name didn’t make a bit of difference. Not to me. I was gonna show that male I was tough as a pine knot, and damn straight he was gonna have to earn me.

I turned around to look at him, holding my breath. I wanted to confirm if he was trying to pull a prank or whether he was serious about it. If it was a prank, it would be one of the scariest pranks ever. Matteo is good when it comes to pranks so I was expecting him to laugh out loud and tell me that he was kidding. However,he didn't. "She was taken captive by the dark Lycan prince's soldiers."He just confirmed my worst nightmare. Tears flowed from my eyes effortlessly and knight howled inside my head.

The pane was cold under my palm, and somewhere past the treeline a dog was barking on a long chain. Every time I tried to empty my head, it filled right back up. Tyler's face at the gate. The way Vera had stepped between us, small and fierce and certain, her hand on my arm, warm and steady. The way she'd said my mate to his face and meant me. I pressed my forehead against the glass. Those words weren't for me. But they landed somewhere I didn't want to look at. Go to sleep. You're a lycan prince. This is beneath you. She has a fated mate. This is pointless.

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.

The hope I didn't even know she had vanished, replaced by a deep, hollow grief. "I, Alaeric Blackthorn Prince of the Lycan Throne... do not accept you as my Luna." I didn't use the word "reject." Not yet. A full rejection would break her, and I didn't want her dead. I just wanted her out of my heart. "You will stay in this pack," I said, standing up and looking down at her like she was a servant. "I will give you a place to sleep and food to eat. You will be safe here. But you will never be my mate. You will never be my Queen.

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."