The Lycan S Rejected Mate Romane & Geschichten

The warriors behind him shifted uncomfortably, whispering among themselves as the truth of the rejection was laid bare in the open air. "That was pack business!" Garrick yelled back, trying to find his footing, his voice growing more desperate by the second. "She lied to me! She’s a spy, Cassian. She ran away to the Lycans because she was working against the Bloodmoon pack from the very beginning. She’s dangerous, and she needs to face justice in my dungeons."

Not only was I handsome and well off, I was a Lycan, the top of the chain, and everything a mate would want in her partner. And yet, she still rejected me. Sighing, I leaned my head against the headrest behind me. ‘It wasn’t an official rejection.’ I consoled myself. “But what if she officially rejects us?” The wolf inside me growled. “What would you do then?” Closing my eyes, I swallowed thickly and silenced the wolf in me. He was rowdy, paranoid, and afraid of losing our mate after years of searching. But I knew everything was going to be okay.

He was always the charming one. I pondered on her words. She made it sound too serious and dangerous. "Wait," I promised myself I wouldn't mention it but I just couldn't watch Andre walk to his death. "These symptoms I'm going through. Could it also occur if I happened to have… rejected my mate?" I saw Andre freeze from the corner of my eyes but I ignored him and focused on Thelma's thinking face instead. "Yes. It's a little upside down for Lycans. If you end up rejecting your mate, you're the only one who gets to go through the feeling only this time, in double folds. It's like feeling it on behalf of both of you."

My heart clenched, the dull ache still pulsing beneath my skin. Visaris straightened, though his breathing was labored, and his eyes met mine with an intensity that pinned me in place. “A Lycan’s mate bond,” he said slowly, deliberately, “is not like that of werewolves. It runs much deeper. It cannot be severed by one person alone.” “What?” My voice wavered, disbelief washing over me. He took a step forward, though the effort clearly cost him. “In order for the bond to be fully broken, I must accept your rejection. And I will not.”

Her teary eyes got bigger the moment she found out that it was Finn who spoke so coldly to her. It's like the moment he found her mate, she was nobody to him. He didn't want her anymore. Alysa gulped down her sadness and broken heart. She nodded and bowed, trying not to let any tears out of her eyes. This was the consequence when you dating with unmated male or female. Once they find their mate, they can never avoid or resist the mate bond, this especially happens around Lycans and werewolves. Lycans were ancient creatures. They were the purest of their kind. Mate bond is sacred and none of them can resist it.

“I recall you telling us that you don’t need your mate or queen. You never desired one. Tina and the other whores should be enough for you. So why are you looking for a mate you don’t want?” They make fun of me and try to hide their mocking expressions. I know they’re making fun of me. “I never desired her. My Lycan desired her, not me, and she is exceptional, beautiful, and hot,” I tell them. “Oh,” they both mutter, insulting me once again. “We see. It’s your Lycan, not you, who is looking for her.” I choose to disregard them. My Lycan refused to calm down for the duration of our journey back. He wants to find and claim his mate because he never agreed to me keeping or fucking my whores. He

she asked, and I sighed softly. She was right. Those assholes who willingly rejected their own mates were insane. While it was common in a werewolf pack, it wasn't the same in lycan packs. The only time a lycan rejected their mate was when they were not of their own kind, and even then, it took a great decision, because most saw that as an irrelevant reason. "If that little boy approaches...." "Me in any way, will you rip him into pieces, right?" she asked, cutting me off with a smile on her face.

They’re not an average wolf pack, I knew that the moment I set my eyes on them - they’re something ancient and can be a lot more powerful than your average Lycan beast. I know that I should be ecstatic that I finally met my mate, but that would be accepting her and, in turn, accepting her death at my hands. Baron already made me lower my guard with my three other brides before this, and I can’t allow myself to be fooled again. Perhaps I should reject her- /“Rejection for a Lycan does not come with a second chance mate,”/ Baron growls, but I simply shrug. /“We deserve nothing more, dear friend,”/ I chuckle as I watch him glower at me.

He is our mate! For a Lycan, getting a werewolf mate wasn’t normal. Mostly, Lycans preferred to reject their werewolf mates as they still looked down upon them. But, my intention was totally opposite. The moment I looked into Eden’s eyes, I felt a magnetic attraction between us. It was undeniable.

Now, we’re all able to see the fullness of his anxiety through his piercing gray eyes. He says, “I trust that Mackenzie will come back to me. I also trust that you’ll return her to me. But what I don’t trust is your current leader. I hate him being around or anywhere near Mackenzie.” Mama sighs, then reassuringly smiles at Davide. She says, “We have what we call a ‘mate-bond’ among lycans. Mate-bond pertains to the romantic connections between two mates. If the two mates decide to deepen their bonds, then the male lycan can put a mark on his mate that can only be broken by death. Alpha Allen wasn’t able to mark Mackenzie since their wedding didn’t push through. In addition to that, he also r