The Lycan Princess's Silent Mate Novels & Stories

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 Kendrick's lips twitched with mirth as he led her to dance. ______________________________________ A pair of eyes followed every move of the princess and the lycan dancing with her. The lycan seemed to sense that there were uninvited creatures here and he didn't leave her side once. This proved she was really his mate. Things just kept getting better and better. The figure relaxed in the shadows and continued watching the couple waltzing round the dance floor.

As she was unmated, every unmated Man and Woman was invited to the Lycan King’s palace so that they could find their mate. After getting ready they left for Lycan King’s place. His whole family was there already. He was late for work. As soon as he entered the ballroom, he felt his mate there. So he started to look for her. But he froze in his place when he realized who his mate was. She was the daughter of his Rival. Their enemy pack’s Alpha's daughter. Maeve Morningstar. She smirked at him as she also realized who her Mate was. “Hello, Mate.” She waved her hand at him with a wicked smile. And he also smiled.

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.

Dominick’s mother had mentioned her, the lycan princess who was desperate to claim him as her mate. “What do you want?” I asked, keeping my distance. She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with venom. “I want what’s rightfully mine. And if you don’t step away, I’ll ensure you regret ever stepping into his life.” I straightened, meeting her look with defiance. “I’m not afraid of you.” Her smile widened. “You should be.” Before I could reply, the sound of Dominick’s furious roar rang through the house, shaking the very walls. My heart dropped. Something was very, very wrong.

“Alpha, I…” “No excuses!” He cut me off. “I don’t what to hear what you have to say. You thought the Lycans will save you, didn’t you? You decided to ridicule my son because you received attention from the Lycan Prince. Where is he now? Where is your prince?” I felt hot tears pooling in my eyes and I rapidly blinked to stop myself from crying. I didn’t want to show my weakness to him or he would devour me. "The Lycan Prince is my mate too and…”

He recognized that knowledge was power, and understanding the dynamics of the mate bond could prove advantageous. As he awaited Drake's findings, Silas contemplated the implications of this mysterious mate, unaware that the answers he sought were entwined with the very fabric of the Red Moon Pack—a pack led by Xander and Luna Chassy, a force to be reckoned with, and the enigmatic female Lycan whose presence had ignited the spark of curiosity within the ancient vampire's calculating mind.

"If not for this pregnancy... we might never have married at all." Raina stilled, her fingers tightening around the cup. "Because he's a Lycan Prince?" Her voice was careful, but she wasn't guessing. She had seen Nyma over the months—hesitant, measured, never reckless with love, not even with destiny. Nyma gave a small nod, exhaling. "Yes. He's a Lycan Prince. Desired. Powerful. The kind of male others write poems about. And I—I didn't know how deep a mate bond could run, not truly."

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.

"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.