The Lycan Prince's Gifted Mate Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. Mason shook his head, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation. “No, I don’t. What the hell is going on?” “I’m a Lycan, a creature of pure energy, bound by ancient laws,” Ste-phen explained, his voice echoing with a raw, untamed power. “And you, Mason, are my mate. You’re the only one who can contain my power, the only one who can keep me from losing control.” Mason stared at him, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal guy. I can’t control anything.”

Buried beneath Neal’s claim, and the moment she rejected him… It awakened, a mate bond so sweet. My chest tightened as the new connection pulsed once beneath my skin. Stronger. Clearer. Alive. And through it I felt her. Faint. Weak. But there. My lycan roared to life inside me. “She’s calling me.” Russ stared. “Aleric…” But I was already moving. Every instinct in my body had locked onto the direction the bond pulled me toward like a compass finding true north. My vision darkened with fury. “He has my mate,” I growled. Russ’s expression hardened instantly.

Because though he hadn't conceived with her yet, his brother enjoyed participating with Sonja as if he couldn't do that at any time. Viper was aware that he could stay on the ship this season. However, he'd already had to scare several males away from his mate, and his den brothers also had. Humans were rare for those Lycan that didn't go to earth. So, mating with one always seemed to appeal to them. He didn't want to spend the season killing males left and right because he doubted, he would be able to stop at just besting them. He also did not want any females challenging her on the other side of it.

He either sent in a very brazen, high-ranking werewolf that is magically hidden, or he turned a rogue Lycan into a spy. My money is on the former. It’s difficult, next to impossible, for a regular wolf to turn a Lycan on their own kind. “Prince,” Weiland says. “Do I have your permission to touch your mate?” He does it only for his own preservation. Conri will kill him if he touches my mate without good cause or our express permission. I glance at Lyric who has planted herself on the floor, legs spread wide, arms crossed over her chest. The mark in her neck still pains her. I can read it in her aura, feel it in her emotions, and see it on her face.

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?

the Lycan Prince uttered through his gritted teeth because he knew the pain he was feeling at that moment and the way it was writhing for his mate, the worst inside him would end up harming her brutally, especially when she was just a human with no supernatural powers. “Keep her away from me until the very first ray of the dawn,” he warned Nero by peering at him with her burning crimson eyes. Nero reluctantly nodded his head because he knew this night was rather going to break the Lycan's Prince's Curse or it was going to end his life completely if he would continue to keep himself away from his mate, Anisia, who had already started getting that strange feeling of something was about to happ

His impassive expression intensified my worry. I stood up in front while he wore his eyeglasses and started asking me questions.”Now, Lady Carrie. Can you tell me how Silverfang was founded?” I swallowed my saliva before starting to narrate the pack’s history. “In the year 1108, Prince Aldo de Gilgamesh, the heir to the Lycan throne, discovered his mate, Lyanna Caramelo. He saw her by the river, filling a jar with water. At that very moment, he knew she was the mate bestowed upon him by the moon goddess. That night, the Lycan prince marked her as his own and made a promise to return to Lycaon to marry her.”

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.

My thoughts betrayed me, and fear gripped my heart. I knew what he was – a dragon. But he did not know that. He had no idea our world existed, left alone what a mate bond is, and let’s not forget the fact that a dragon did not have to follow the mate bond rules. That thought alone chilled me to my core again. “Our mate loves us. I could feel it. You need to stop acting like a scared little boy, Cassius. We are a Lycan Prince – true born of the Lycan Queen. We are warriors, second only to Jasmine in our realm. Snap out of it! You need to focus on here and now! And if you do not want to marry Irina, like we discussed, it is time for a poker game with mother!” he roared, bringing me back to my

His voice was low, a deep rumble that vibrated right through my ribcage. I backed up a step, my heel catching on a root. The prince of the Lycan kingdom. The thought made my throat go dry. "Your majesty," Luka gasped from the dirt. He dropped to both knees, his palms flat in the grass. "I did not know she was your mate. Please forgive me." The prince did not look back at him. He kept his purple eyes locked on my face, watching the way my pulse jumped in my neck. "Yes, I know, Luka," the prince said, his voice dropping an octave. "But now you do. And I want you to respect that. Clear?"