Novel & Cerita The Lycan Prince’s Defiant Mate

***Star blood pack*** Ryder, the powerful Lycan king, stood atop a hill, gazing out at the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moon was full overhead. As he gazed out at the kingdom, Ryder's fingers instinctively brushed against the earth, as he felt the pulse of the land's energy. But there was something missing– his mate. Ryder's thoughts were consumed by the search for his mate. He had been searching for years, and his pack was beginning to lose hope. But Ryder refused to give up. He knew that his mate was out there, and he would stop at nothing to find her.

"Once the curse begins, the rage will grow, and the prince will become bloodthirsty and kill his mate in the rage." It is well known that the Lycan is one of the most respected and strongest of the werewolves, especially the royal family, which rules all werewolves and enjoys supreme power and wealth. What is not clear, however, is just how painful the price has been. The first king went berserk and killed his mate. His mate's blood bathed his pupils. When he came to his senses, he lay by the body of the Queen and cried for three days and nights before dying of exhaustion.

She heard two girls talking in distance. “Did you know, Audrey and Julia again had some problems in the morning.” “Even though Julia is the queen bee, Audrey gives a damn.” “Anyways that is between those Lycans. If they heard us discussing that will be the end…” What !!! Lycans !!! Maraya was mentioning them as the other powerful people…..!!! Ooh Maraya, You are so dead today !!!

Her knowledge was a valuable asset, a potential advantage in the looming confrontation with the Alpha King. Alpha Zain listened intently, his mind calculating the possibilities. He weighed the risks and rewards of engaging in a battle that could shape the future of both packs. The idea of defeating the powerful Lycan King appealed to his ambitions, but he also recognized the dangers it entailed. After a moment of contemplation, Alpha Zain finally spoke. "Princess Sophie, your information is invaluable," he acknowledged. "If what you say is true and your insights can indeed help us defeat the Lycan King, then I am willing to reconsider your request."

he added. I wasn't scared of the Lycans or any royals. It was the Lycan prince, my mate, who troubled me. Yes, I was mated to a Lycan prince and future king. Being mated to a Lycan was already challenging, let alone a prince destined to be king. Since discovering his infidelity, I've been plagued by chest pain.

My Lycan Prince. Chapter Thirty-Five. My plan was slowly coming together. As for things with Archer? He still hasn’t made a move to talk to me. Still mad that I figured out that I was his mate. Lunar has told me multiple times that he has searched for me for decades. He also calls me little mate, which only added to my suspicions. Archer has told me before that a Lycan doesn’t have the same pill to mate as a werewolf does.

My heart drums in my ears as I gaze upon her, her shiny black fur sparkling slightly under the moon while her piercing gemstone eyes twinkle. "You are beautiful," I hear Paris whisper as he takes small steps toward her. He reaches out and strokes her fur before leaning his head against hers as though he can hear her thoughts and feel her emotions. I suppose he can since it's his blood in her and they are mates. I look at him as he straightens up and see so much pride and love in his eyes before the sound of bones snapping fills my ears, and just as I finish blinking, a silver Lycan stands before me.

“But I know standing around sniffing the fucking wind won’t.” A low growl rippled through the Lycan’s pack at his tone. The Lycan’s gaze sharpened dangerously. “You forget who you’re speaking to.” Ronan stepped closer, chest nearly touching the Lycan’s. “No,” he said quietly. “I remember exactly who I’m speaking to. The only other male who would burn the world down for her.” The Lycan’s jaw flexed. He looked at the book again. “She is not just your mate,” the Lycan said darkly. “She is my little princess.”

Aelin barely had time to raise her sword. The clash was like striking a mountain. Her flames burst on contact, scattering like sparks in a storm. She was thrown across the chamber, slammed against a broken pillar. Cassian lunged, claws unsheathed, golden light flaring. He struck with all the strength of the Lycan Prince, his aura blazing around his fists. But Maelor caught his wrist effortlessly, twisting until bones cracked. Cassian roared in agony, dropping to his knees. “Even your strength is mine,” Maelor murmured, driving him into the stone floor. “Every ounce of your love fuels me.”

In the barracks, where warriors usually gather to discuss battle strategies, the air is heavy with something far more dangerous—uncertainty. “She is still locked up in there,” a young warrior mutters, his voice low but sharp. His name is Roland, and though he has never dared to question orders before, tonight is different. “How long is the Alpha planning to keep her like this?” “She’s the Lycan Prince’s mate, ” another voice interjects—Evan, a seasoned fighter who has seen more battles than most. “Even the unborn pup protects it’s mother everyday from harm. I doubt the delusion of using the Lycan blood to make his unborn pup Alpha have any chance of becoming possible.”