Romans & histoires The Lycans Kings Mate

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

Elle turned to leave, her mind still reeling from the conversation she’d had with her mother, but just as her hand was about to grasp the door handle, a voice halted her. “Not so fast,” the Lycan King said, his tone firm but not without a trace of something else—something more calculating. Elle turned to face him, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “What now?” she asked, her voice sharp, as the weight of the evening pressed heavily upon her. The Lycan King’s gaze was steady, his posture commanding as always. “My brothers will be here shortly,” he said, pausing to let the words hang in the air. “I’m hoping you will naturally mate with one of them.”

Matteo admitted, "How did you manage to win all the wars that you have been through?" "Well, when it comes to that, I don't need to ask him. He helped me and allowed me to use his power and strength." "Then you really need to be marked and mated." King Marco said, "I had a feeling that you had an ancient beast. One of the council members said that you are going to be the most powerful king in history. That must be the reason why, even if you are not getting along really well, he still helped you during your fight. He didn't want to lose to anyone because he was superior to everyone. Being an ancient Lycan, he was fierce and only his mate could ever calm and soothe him. Never bed any female L

Just like all the Moon Goddess’s creations, when she created the first Lycans she made mates for them just like anyone else to keep them grounded. For years Lycans protected the werewolves and thrived until the Old Lycan King lost his mate. He then became greedy and when he found out that his only son, the young Lycan Prince's fated mate was an ordinary female werewolf he completely lost himself. The Old Lycan King prohibited them from completing the mating and ordered his son to reject the werewolf female, as the Old Lycan King had arranged for his son to be mated to a pure-blood female Lycan Princess, joining their kingdoms, expanding his own and making his Kingdom one of the strongest.

he waved off my pleas like they meant nothing and I huffed as he rose to his feet With a gulp, I grabbed onto his leg and held him so dear to my chest. "Please, Lycan King! Have mercy on me." "Wait what?" He sounded shocked and I looked up at him teary eyed. "Y-You are the Lycan King of this City, right? Please let me go, I swear to never come here again. Also... If you could let me go with my mate-" "Your mate?" He asked again, sounding confused. "Who is your mate?"

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

My heart pounds, on the verge of exploding, as I realize my mate has been slain by our race's mortal enemies. Without the ability to shift into my wolf form, all I can do is stand frozen, consumed by rage and fear, as a tall figure emerges from the shadows. Clad in dark clothes and a hood, only his piercing greenish-blue eyes and sly smirk are visible. As his eyes shift to jet black, his form changes, revealing him as the Lycan King. "You killed my mate," I growl, my fists clenching so hard they hurt. "And what are you going to do about it?" he taunts, his voice low and menacing. "Didn't you reject her?"