The Lycans Mate Novels & Stories

"And you need to know the truth. About the bond." "I know the truth. I feel it. Every time he touches me, I feel it." Dimitri shook his head, a look of genuine pity in his eyes. "Lycans do not have mates, Caroline." The world stopped. "What?" I breathed. "The Mate Bond is a werewolf trait," he explained, his voice clinical. "It is a biological imperative to ensure the survival of the pack. But Lycans? We are apex predators. We are gods. We do not have soulmates. We do not have fated partners."

Arthur growled. "This means we have to be prepared for anything,” Arthur replied and proceeded to continue reading the files in his hand. However, he couldn't concentrate as his plycan started pacing in his head at the mention of the word ‘Mate’. “Mate, I want her mate, find mate,” he kept on repeating and this made him irritated. Ever since he turned the age when Lycans find their mate, his lycan had been wanting to find his mate but Arthur wasn't on the same page as him.

Her brown eyes meeting his as she beared her razor sharp teeth. He cowered in fear and she felt his body tremble under her paws. She raised her right paw and swiped across his face, meeting the top of his head with one nail, she grazed him just enough to leave a small scar. Howling in pain, he wriggled beneath her with his tail between his legs. She was led back to her dream, could this be her mate? She asked herself over and over. The hair on her back stood up as she sensed danger lurking nearby.

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to keep my eyes on the road. "Yes, Dawn Creators," She stated matter-of-factly, "They are the first vampires, like lycans are the first werewolves. They are older, superior, stronger, well everything vampires are just times ten, like that of lycans," Penny glanced over to me as she tilted her head and scrunched up her face. "Were you not taught any of this in school?"

She felt the head hit the back of her throat but didn’t stop; it only made her wetter, the gagging sounds reverberating through the room. Alexei brought his hand to her hair, gripping the strands as he watched. “That’s it…” he groaned. “That’s it, solnyshko. Look at me. I want to see those eyes while you suck me.” She raised her eyes, and what she saw made her shiver. His pupils were dilated, his irises sparking with golden flashes. The Lycan was at the surface. Teeth clenched, his expression somewhere between ecstasy and agony. “She is ours.” The mental voice came more animalistic, more possessive. “Our mate. Our mouth. Our gagging sounds.”

“Lily’s father is the Alpha of Grainjer pack, one of the most powerful werewolf packs. Our union has been blessed by him so our pack will benefit from his support and protection. I will not let you ruin that because of your petty selfishness.“ “Petty selfishness? I’m the selfish one here?” It all felt like I was stuck in a fever dream. “Kylan love, let’s get this over with already. You have nothing left to say to this lowlife, severe the mate bond. Do it now.” Lily demanded and I could see where this was leading. No way. There was absolutely no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of rejecting me. “Fine.” I said. “Have it your way. I, Maya Renshaw, reject you, Alpha Kylan Greene, as

“But he doesn't have a mate” “Do lycans have mates? I heard they just pick someone they fancy and mate with them. Just like us” “Where did you hear that? That's a lie. Lycans have fated mates, they only have one potential mate who they can mate with their entire life. I also heard that they die if their mates dies” “I also heard they are very rare to find. Some Lycan kings died without ever finding their true mates and only mated other female to get an heir”

The argument so far had not been in her favor, with each elder presenting a new reason why she was unfit to be the alpha's mate. Seeking comfort, Arya's eyes met Luna Seraphine's kind gaze, where she sat beside her son on the elevated throne. An elder, Sirracus, spoke up, "Arya Scotler, kindly state before this council why you should be considered for the position of the alpha's mate." Arya gulped, lifting her gaze to meet Damian's reassuring nod. She drew a deep breath and began, "We are fated mates, and our destinies are tied together."

With a jolt, I snapped out of my reverie, realizing the urgency of the situation. Taking a brief pause to collect my thoughts, I responded, "I and Sarah were having lunch at a restaurant when a lycan suddenly attacked us. It caught us off guard, leaving us unable to flee or defend ourselves in our weaker form. That's just it." My mother interjected, her voice filled with concern, "But Rachel, we saw the video. Where did the other lycan come from? Why did it defend you?"

Unlike a traditional werewolf who can only transform unwillingly under the full moon, the Lycan has complete control over their transformation at any given time. When a female Lycan gives birth, most of her pups will be boys. The adult males discovered that finding a mate with other wolves is difficult. There are just not enough females to go around and many of the males detect a match in a human. Each male Lycan is destined to have at least one mate; a soulmate who was deemed worthy for them by the Gods of War. The same is said for the female Lycans except, it is the Triple Moon Goddesses who choose the male deemed worthy. As the term applies, these mates are bonded by soul and fate will al