Novel & Cerita The Lycan Prince's Gifted Mate

Truly, he would need to perform the moonwalk rites with his Luna, as they would both transform into wolves ready to explore the gifts of the woods, the prey they would feed upon. "Your highness, you seem far away" Jake said as Caspian jerked from his thoughts. "No, I'm fine. You can leave, I'll sort myself out" he said waving Jake off as he bounced back on the bed. The moment the door was shut, Caspian gave a heavy sigh as he turned on his bed facing the wall. He couldn't just bring himself to the requirements and responsibilities of being a Lycan King, he was stressed up. The demands that came with his kingship was a complex one, one that could drain the mental strength of an ordinary human

“I have witnessed with my eyes what his beast can do. One thing I know about him is that he’d fight with his last strength for anyone he loves,” Love. I laughed out loud. It was a sad, sorrowful laugh because I knew what I and Draven shared was far from love. I was his mate, and any man would feel obligated to protect their mate. Lycan’s are extremely possessive beings so it is not weird that the first Lycan prince would be overly possessive of me. During our early days, he’d stared at me with nothing but contempt and loathe, like I was some filthy wench. He only started to warm up to me after he realized I was his mate. If he suddenly passed me compliments that he didn’t used to do at the b

I was not going to fall for her petty tricks. " I have a mate and even if she was not there, I would never agree to Marry you Avery. You of all people should know that. I made it clear to you from the start." I replied, calmly. It was true. Maya or not, I would never have looked at Avery as a woman I could marry. She is beautiful and strong, heck, she's even the strongest female warrior in the kingdom but she was nothing near what my heart desired. For us Lycans, finding a fated mate is rare so we opt to choose a suitable marriage partner who then becomes our mate.

She said, looking him in the eyes. His heart stopped as he wasn’t sure what she had decided to do. She had kept that from him. She hadn’t told him that he was right on them being mates, even though she had known since her birthday. The silence was deafening as Alexander waited for her to speak. When she did, what she said made his mouth about hit the floor. “I, Symphony Marie Greywood of Grey Moon Pack, hybrid of a Kolana/Mattra Wolf, accept you, Alexander David Silverstone King of the Lycans as my mate and king” Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke.

'Sis, that man doesn't deserve you, who knows how many things he has lied to you about and that little vermin Alaiah has been going around, telling people that she is the Lycan Queen," I growl involuntarily at the guts of that woman, she's not even his mate! 'Stay in the sunset pack, please,' I sigh, unable to say a word to Enrique. My breath gets caught in my chest when I see my mate, he looks gorgeous as always but agitated. Behind him are about a dozen warriors of his pack, others are in their Lycan form. I recognize Arya's Lycan, she is tall and imposing in her silver fur standing next to Dan. I feel hurt by their betrayal as well, however, I don't hold it against them. Focus, I suck in

I thought as I gulped in fear as he stared at me. He glared angrily at me and he looked like he wanted to devour me at that moment. "Ly..Lycan.." I managed to say as I brought down my eyes in fear. I didn't hear anything else as I looked up to see he was gone. "How can he be my mate?" I asked myself. I turned to see the peering eyes of people on me. "Someone who killed my entire family.." I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was as if my heart was pricked by a needle. Why does the mood goddess hate me so much? First she let all my family die in the hands of that ruthless Lycan king and now she made that same Lycan king my mate.

“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.”

As though he sensed that I was crying, he pulled me closer to his body. It was so dark but he was able to see through the darkness. That was the rare gift that Lycans were given by the moon goddess, they could see far in the darkness compared to werewolves and hybrids who couldn't see that far. The prince was careful as we walked through the thick woods, protecting me from the over grown branches using his body. After walking for about five minutes, we finally came to a clear land and I could see the castle. His strides were too long so we reached the castle in no time. Hades looked at the prince with raised eyebrows and I could see the disbelief in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" "I mean to say, just like you, your mate also has her supernatural identity. And if you are the last prince and next on the throne for the royal family of the Lycans," Freya paused as she gestured by hand to Ethan to lay Lexy down right beside her mom. "Your mate also holds a great identity on her birthright."