The Lycans Kings Mate Novels & Stories

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

"It's happened before. Multiple times. The Burning wasn't that long ago. Some of us still remember." Several council members nod. "The King's father implemented these laws for a reason," another councilor adds, a man with a scarred face and hard eyes. "To protect our people. To prevent another catastrophe." "And those laws have served us well," Aldric agrees. "Which is why we cannot make exceptions. Not even for the King's fascination." "It's not fascination," Mira says sharply. "She's his fated mate. The connection..." "Is irrelevant," Aldric cuts her off. "Plenty of Lycans have lived without their fated mates. The King himself did so for twenty years. He can do so again."

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.

Then, without warning, he stepped closer. “I am a Lycan King,” Maddox said, his voice deep and resonant, eyes never leaving mine. His face hovered mere inches from mine. “And I wouldn’t like my queen using words like that,” he whispered, his breath brushing my lips, setting every nerve in my body alight. “Your Queen?” I echoed, dazed. “The one who almost drove you to the brink of death?” I asked and my words burned me again. He only smiled and pulled me closer to him “No one can kill me… except my mate,” he said, voice husky, eyes burning. “You are the only one who can touch me, the only one who could make me beg for death.”

She pointed to me. I scoffed. “I don’t want your sloppy seconds, Shannon. Even if he was my mate, and I am not saying he is. It would be a cold day in hell before I accepted him as a mate. I would take the Lycan King over Brandon.” I threw my head back and laughed when she gasped. The Lycan king was the bogeyman of all wolves. The last Lycan to exist and one who lives in the wild. It’s said the only wolves that ever see his face are the council that oversees the packs.

Lycans can only breed with their mates, and if he finds out, if he gets a whiff that I’m indeed his mate, he would fight heavens and earth for me because I was the hope of his heritage, his lineage. But it seemed like he had already lost hope of finding with his mate, seeing as he had adopted Ryker. Ryker dreams of the throne, as it’s supposed to be passed to him. The Lycan king is tired of power, as Lycans never die. Being the last Lycan royal, he held quite a lot of power, and he would have even more power with his mate. Me I watched Ryker take a drink as he glared out at the horizon, and I prayed the alpha king wouldn’t return. I prayed I would never see him again; I hoped he would never

he says. “Do about what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means. One of the qualifying factors in becoming Lycan King is to have a mate, but not just any mate, a strong and viable mate. “The law states that an Alpha, or any Lycan, who takes up the title and power of King must have a mate of equal or higher status,” Elder Johnson interrupts, finally speaking. Elder Mann has never gone against my word, and with their little exchange earlier, I knew he still didn’t want to oppose me.

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.