The Lycans Kings Mate Novels & Stories

She remembered what her mother told her she was sixteen. Her mother told her that the more powerful an Alpha is, the more reliant they are to their mates. So it means that the more time they spend away from each other, the more he’ll miss her. And the more he'll miss her, the more he goes crazy. Meanwhile, Rynari won't be affected by the bond that much because she's only a hybrid. The Lycan King is a pure-blooded werewolf royalty. His blood is pure-blood for generations. It is also the first time for a Lycan Ruler to be mated to a hybrid.

Instead, he seemed completely unconcerned. He stood up and came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Son, listen to me. One of the requirements of being a Lycan king is to have a mate," he explained. "Malory is a suitable match for you, she's one of us." I shook my head, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But I already have Clarissa," I snapped. "I love her." "Clarissa is not one of us," my father said firmly. "She can never be your mate."

I scoffed at him in disbelief, "And why the hell would I care about you or your feelings? Who are you anyway?" Edyrm stepped forward, "You really don't know him?" I rolled my eyes, already feeling annoyed, "Am I supposed to know him? Just because I know you, Edyrm, doesn't mean I know everyone that exists." "He's the Lycan King, your mate." Edyrm replied. I froze and glanced at Mr Grumpy. His expression looked hopeful and almost pathetic. For some reason, it was really funny. I burst out laughing, "Are we in some TV show? This man is my mate?" I laughed even louder, "he's not even my type. Are you sure you don't have the wrong person?"

Snatching her wrist, I break her limb and rip out her throat before she could howl. In an instant, I felt three powerful people stand behind me. I knew who they belonged too. Warm, steel-like arms curl around my waist. My mate pulls me back from the very naked rogue before me. "I have no problem cleaning the entire forest of you lunatics," the Kings' voice was promising, dark and cold. His skin felt hotter than the average temperature, and I know his wolf is fighting to the surface. "Leave now," his tone was commanding. No wolves, regardless of their classification, can fight the command of a Lycan King.

Every Lycan who has found their mate has it and it only gets brighter as they mark and mate with their chosen. His anger softened when he saw the tears glimmering in his mother’s eyes. “Oh, my dear Bryan…” His mother reached her hands up and he took them, squeezing them lightly. Everyone back in the Ortiz Kingdom had been worried that their future king didn’t have a mate since in the Lycan age, He’d spent a century looking for a mate. “You have to break the fetters of the mate bond,” Edric growled, “That’s the only way to win the war.”

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

He said finally with great effort. “And what makes you think it’s none of my business?” I rose to my feet and walked towards him, Tyler stared up at me with bewildered eyes. “Maybe you don’t seem to realize that the tables have turned, Lycan king. I can crush you with a snap of my finger, I can take that stupid crown you wear as the Alpha King and dispose of any position you hold in your pack.” I said fiercely. “Don’t mess with me.” As I turned my back to him, Liam rose angrily to his feet, and immediately, about ten guards surrounded him, each holding a sword to his throat. I stared at him murderously from the corner of my eyes.

The pack elder, Alfred, stepped forward with a heavy sigh, his aged but authoritative voice carrying across the silent hall. “Since an event like this has never happened before, the young lady must undergo a series of tests to determine whether she is truly fit to become the Lycan Queen.”Matteo’s face turned stone-cold, his aura flaring with barely contained fury. “Why would my mate need to take a series of tests? She is my fated mate, chosen and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. I will only recognize her as my queen.”

Like looking into a void. My blood ran cold. If the Lycan King's wolf couldn't recognize his own mate, then what were we actually dealing with? "So it seems we are dealing with something out of our control," I whispered to the empty, shadowed corners of the study. "Something the werewolf world has never seen before."