The Lycans Kings Mate Novels & Stories

My grip tightens around the glass, and I barely notice the crack that forms under the pressure. “I’m going to kill him,” I say, my voice cold and final. But as the words leave my mouth, I know the truth—killing him isn’t an option. Not yet. The eastern territory belongs to my twin brother, the other Lycan King. After our mother died and the balance between us shattered, we divided the land into two empires: west and east. Each of us rules our domain without interference. For now. Ben shifts uncomfortably. “I know you want to, Silas. But the real question is—what does he want with your mate?” His sharp eyes narrow, already working through possible answers.

His voice was calm, but there was something underneath his tone that suggested I really didn’t want to find out what happened when he had to ask twice. “Anna.” I replied. “Anna.” He repeated it like he was testing how it sounded. “I’m Ace Lantslov.” My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew that name. Every werewolf pack in existence knew that name. Because the Lantslovs weren’t just lycans, they were THE lycans. The royal family that had ruled over lycans and werewolves for centuries, and owned almost every pack here. Of course he would spend that much on me when he was practically a billionaire.

I asked the Lycan Wolf and she sighed, "That is exactly what I'm trying to figure out. Why are you in Addy's body?" I bit my lower lip in confusion as I kept trying to connect the scattered puzzle pieces. "Only one person can give an answer to this." She said and I raised a brow. "Who?" "The Pack's oldest witch." I blinked at the discovery, so the Lycans had a witch in their pack? "But, who is Adeline in this pack?" I asked again. "Adeline is the Luna of this pack, Alpha Reign's wife and mate." Another gasp left my lips at those words from her. Of all the people I could have woken up in their body, it had to be the Alpha King's Mate?

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

But Jake replied, seemingly dismissive, "I thought we were past this disagreement, Gabriel." Lowering my voice and addressing everyone, I spoke earnestly, "This isn't right, all of you. We're not werewolves who blindly follow whoever they deem unfit as a leader. We're lycans." "Lycans?" Jake repeated, bursting into laughter. He then suggested, "Maybe we need to convince Gabriel a bit more. Meeting adjourned." The others stood up from their seats, giving me pats on the shoulder as they departed. Now, it was just Jake and me—something I had often wished for. I wanted to bring Jake down, seize this golden opportunity, and end the threats, manipulations, and endangerment of the woman I loved. Ho

We don't need any more surprises. "I'm the rightful lycan king. My name is Chris, and this is my mate Docia. You will bow to us now." The man demands. He's large like most lycan men. He has long, wavy brown hair and steel-gray eyes. He's handsome but nothing like the real royal family. Docia has shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. She looks a lot younger than her mate. It's not unheard of in the shifter community for mates to be decades apart in age. "We will not bow to you. Explain why you believe you're the king." Logan yells at the man. Chris sits back and smiles.

"He's my mate. Do you still need love if our lives depend on each other?" "Mate?!" Ive repeated in surprise. "Are you kidding?" Cia looked displeased with Ive's words. "Have you ever seen me that intimate with a boy?" This all makes no sense. Morgan and Ive could clearly smell the woods in Zeno's proximity. They knew that the man was not an ordinary human, but they were very reluctant to ask Cia this. Never mind them, Cia is confused by the destiny that Hecate has given her. However, having a Lycan mate is not that bad. Zeno has a gentle demeanor and his gaze seems to drown Cia time and time again.

On one hand, it would garner us favor with the Alphas as they would be sympathetic to our cause, on the other other hand we would look like two incapable shifters that couldn't one single weak Omega. Then again we couldn't say we wanted to take over the city for fun or because we were bored, although cities have been conquered for way less. "Well to be honest with you Duncan, both of us have a bone to pick with the current Alpha King Valerian." He leaned forward, his eyes sparking with interest. The idiot even picked up a piece of meat and a glass of wine in the other like this was a movie that needed popcorn for. I bowed my head, all a show to look like the story was weighing me down. "He w

he asked. "Valerie Aine James," I replied, biting my lip. Did he maybe, by any chance, know them? He was a vampire so he could be really old and maybe have been friends with my parents? His eyes widened a fraction and my hopes went up. "Nikolai, do you know who Faelern is?" Max asked, jumping to a different topic. "The king of all Fayes," Nik replied. The Fayes had a king? "Did you know he had a daughter?" Max asked him again.

His mate, rarer still, Lycan royalty almost never mingled openly with wolf society. "A Lycan mate," Marla mused, swirling her wine thoughtfully. "I wonder what sort of creature could tame a man like that. They say Lycan Kings go mateless for centuries, waiting." "Perhaps she's some noblewoman from Lypion," Damian offered, uninterested beyond the political weight of the announcement. "It hardly matters. What matters is every eye in the territories will be on Ashwood that night, and for once, they'll see exactly what they should have seen all along." He glanced toward Vivian with open pride. "A proper Luna. A pregnancy already underway. No more whispers, no more pity looks at council meetings.