Romans & histoires The Lycans Kings Mate

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?”

It was as if our souls recognized each other, longing to merge into one. As silence enveloped us, I struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Mate. The word held a weight I couldn't ignore. I knew that accepting this bond would plunge me into a world of uncertainty and danger, but I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. In that moment, I surrendered to the unspoken promise and the unbreakable bond that united us. I knew that my life would never be the same again. The Lycan King sees me as his mate, remaining to claim me. And I would embrace the destiny that awaited us, braving the challenges and embracing the passion that came with our connection.

By midday, I was overwhelmed with a series of activities. There were four women teaching me about the Lycaon place and the history of Lycans and how the palace was built. The first Lycan king who had four mates and until the reign of King Cadeyrn-Ruaidhri’s father, every king had at least two mates. The Moon goddess knew that one woman was not enough to satisfy the sexual pleasures of a Lycan king, hence why she gave them more than one. The Lycans are very sexual beings as Scarlett had told me, and I found the information a little bit disturbing.

My birthday is today…it’s my ninth year…. The Lycans were snarling, snapping at my parents. Accusing them. Something about traitors. Something about a mate. Why’s everyone talking about mates? Lycans can’t mate with werewolves. Papa fell. Then, Mama. Both of them made a horrible, wet sound. Both added to all the red. Go away. Go away.

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

He stood at the edge of the room with his chest heaving and his hands shaking, and he did not come closer, could not come closer, though I did not know how I knew that, I just knew it the way you know that fire is hot and ice is cold. "You are my mate," he said, and his voice was hollow, empty, like someone had carved out his insides and left nothing but echoes. "The goddess has cursed me." I knew what a mate was because every human knew, even the children, even the ones who had never seen a Lycan in their lives.

It wasn't a nice smile. "You smell like Shadowmoon Pack," he said. "And blood. And rage." His smile widened. "Mostly rage." "Good," I said. My voice came out steady. "I plan to use it." He let out a dark laugh, a sound that should have scared me. "Do you know who I am, little wolf?" "No." "I'm Lycan King. Alpha of the Northern Territories." He took a step closer. "I've killed more wolves than you've probably met. I've destroyed packs that crossed me. People call me a monster."

It takes a minute for Daria to realize Marcus is the Lycan king’s given name. “The King. He told me yesterday to call him by his name. We are mates.” Ariana speaks with such resolution, leaving her mother in utter shock. Ariana didn’t tell her they were mates. She thought her daughter had spent the night with the Lycan king because of a dream she had had since childhood. Ariana always wished to see him and when she finally had the chance, of course, she had to take advantage of it, but mates? Daria expected anything but this.

There are bound to be more parties now that she’s here. Yes, the introduction was just the first step, and I wouldn’t let the lycan king distract me anymore. But just thinking about him made his image pop into my head. He had dark blond hair and shining green eyes—so full of power and intensity. He was significantly bigger and stronger than any wolf I had met, but he was a lycan. They were simply larger and stronger. He had looked so good in that dark blue suit…

Third-Person Pov Amidst the chaos of battle, where the clash of teeth and fur echoed through the forest, Kavan and Murad, two powerful Lycan kings, faced off like ancient titans, their eyes locked in a deadly duel. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their muscles taut and their instincts honed for combat. Murad, his eyes burning with possessive rage, snarled at Kavan, his voice a menacing growl. "You dare to steal my woman, Kavan? She's mine, marked by me! You cannot claim what belongs to me!"