Novelas y relatos de The Lycan Princess's Silent Mate

Her facial expression reminded me of the nightmares I have been having. “I see you have lost your voice since the last time you dared to challenge me. I do not know who you are but I also found out that the Lycan King was the one who brought you to the Royal Hills. Now tell me, who are you to make the Lycan King Of the Wereland rebuke my actions? I am not a nobody like you. I am his Mate-to-be. So who the hell are you?” The Princess lost her cool… she was never cool but at least she acted like she was. Her facade slipped and she scowled at me as if I had stolen something precious from her. Yet, I remained quiet and stared at her as if she had suddenly grown hundreds of heads.

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?"

"But Alpha Silas has invoked the Law of the Old Blood. He claims the female is his true mate. By the laws signed at the dawn of our race, a mate bond supersedes all property claims. A mate cannot be a slave." "A lie!" Kaelen snarled, taking a step forward, his polished boot clicking sharply against the obsidian floor. "She is an Omega stray. My father found her starving on the border when she was a cub. She has no lineage, no status, and no worth. The Moon Goddess would never tie a Lycan King to a piece of broken glass. If she is his mate, let the bond be tested by the Council’s Seer. If the bond is a fraud, Silas forfeits his territory, and the girl faces the rope."

Our muzzles touched, and together, we lifted our heads and howled. It was music and magic and meaning. A soul song echoing into the stars. When we shifted back, breathless beneath the moonlight, there was no shame. Only purity. Only bond. I felt it more strongly than ever now. Lucian cupped my cheek. “You are my alpha female now. My Queen. My moon.” “And you,” I whispered, “are the only home I’ll ever need.” The priestess raised her hands to the night sky and announced. “So it is done. The Lycan King is mated and bound.”

I obeyed without hesitation. He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight nod, he turned to his warriors and ordered, “Leave us.” The warriors exchanged glances but obeyed without question, filing out of the room until we were alone. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. The Lycan King leaned forward, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are my mate,” he said bluntly, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “I am not going to deny that. But I want you to keep it a secret. For now. Is that clear?”

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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."

"Before he claims her fully. Before the mate bond is complete. It's easier to break a partial bond than a full one." "Easier? It'll still destroy him." "He survived it once before." "Barely. The curse..." "Will consume him eventually anyway," Aldric interrupts. "At least this way, the kingdom survives. We can find him a suitable mate, a proper Lycan, someone strong enough to handle his beast without being an abomination herself." My nails dig into my palms. Abomination. Monster. Dangerous. Is that what I am?

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.