The Lycans Rejected Mate Anaiah Novels & Stories

“He’s a man who would bury himself deep within his own aching heart just to protect those around him.” Lylah’s eyes squinted. “What do you mean?” “I heard that many years ago, during the Mask Ceremony, Lord Lucas’s mate rejected him for a Southern noble Lycan. She claimed Lord Lucas wasn’t enough.” Lylah’s lips parted in disbelief. “Is she insane? I knew it. Mating bonds suck.” “I heard she’s a dark-skinned female Lycan, one of the most beautiful women in the realm.” Lylah scoffed and mumbled under her breath, “Beauty, my ass.”

Lucian's POV I couldn't wait for the next day to get here. I had never been so restless and angry all night, especially for such a small and useless goddess. I was so angry that to say I was mad would be an understatement. I was really, really mad at her. My cynical mind was already planning something to do to her or to help me get out of the mate bond. On the other hand, whatever was going on in my head didn't make my lycan very happy.

“I recall you telling us that you don’t need your mate or queen. You never desired one. Tina and the other whores should be enough for you. So why are you looking for a mate you don’t want?” They make fun of me and try to hide their mocking expressions. I know they’re making fun of me. “I never desired her. My Lycan desired her, not me, and she is exceptional, beautiful, and hot,” I tell them. “Oh,” they both mutter, insulting me once again. “We see. It’s your Lycan, not you, who is looking for her.” I choose to disregard them. My Lycan refused to calm down for the duration of our journey back. He wants to find and claim his mate because he never agreed to me keeping or fucking my whores. He

"What orders did Lucas give you?'' I asked, making sure that I specifically referred to him by his first name and not his title. Over the years, the history and nature of lycans was taught to us. They made us see them as aliens. things that didn't belong in our world. One of the ugly things about the way the lycan's live their life, was how they looked down on and belittled their women. Allowed to only be mothers and nothing else. the errors had changed, and now, only one man remained as a lycan. And he was my mate. In his pack, I had noticed that there were female warriors, which would mean that someone had broken the chains and allowed women to make their own decisions and redefine themsel

“When a Lycan’s mate dies, the Lycan becomes a shell. They live an empty and hollow existence which ruins their will to live. Slowly, they also die out and that is the end for them. Your love for power is too strong, Lavi Costa. If you lose the will to live, you will never be able to get the throne! And without my name, you cannot even reject me. Either way, you cannot kill me.” Lavi leans closer to whisper, “I will tell everyone about our mate bond to the world then.” “Really?” She takes out a knife but Lavi is quicker. He jumps back, releasing her from his grip. To his shock, Anna only smiles and puts the knife on her neck.

She turned to see the long-haired Lycan, his green eyes locking onto her own. “Mate,” he growled, drawing her closer. Lydia's eyes widened in shock as he leaned down and kissed her, then whispered into her ear, “Don't worry. I know you are not mine. Just pretend.” She didn't know what to do, but she complied; she couldn't cause a scene here and now in the ballroom. She had to play along with the man in front of her. She nodded and hugged him. It felt odd to her, not hugging her mate. She had dreamt of the two of them sharing this moment tonight, and now she was hugging her friend’s mate while her friend hugged hers.

There's the word again, why did they keep mentioning it? "I thought it was impossible to reject your mate in the Lycan kingdom. Won't the rejected die and something?" I asked. Tasha and Dania shared amused looks. " What? Where did you hear that? There's no such thing, the rejected mates will feel instant pain like they are dying and they might be sick for a while but then they are fine." Dania asked.

I murmured as I let him fall. Behind me, one of the lycans went down under the weight of two rogues attacking together. They fought with reckless abandon, striking in frenzied bursts fueled by whatever poison coursed through their veins. “Left side!” I shouted. A girl I had heard called Anna shifted mid-motion and barreled into one of them, tearing him off her brother with a savage snarl. Alec was no longer simply fighting—he was dismantling them. Massive and relentless, golden eyes blazing, he carved through the field with brutal efficiency. But even he was taking hits. One rogue slammed into his flank with enough force to stagger him, something that should not have been possible.

"Are you ready?" She nodded her head slowly. "Yes, I am." She said in a low tone. Together, they matched to the field. Before they got there, a few Lycan's had gathered, patiently waiting for every one to be assembled. The gathering was in sections, men stood separately from the women and likewise the young adults. Emma looked at her mother, her eyes licking with tears. "It's gonna be alright." Mrs Slate mouthed at her. One of the lycans stood before the young adults who stood with their hearts high. He glared around, staring at their faces one after the other.

She bows, still smirking. Dan comes to greet me and I respond politely. "Ladies and gentlemen," My mate's voice booms, stopping all the chattering, he glances at me and extends his hand which I take. "As many of you have heard, I found my beautiful mate, Anaiah," I didn't expect the crowd to burst out in cheers. I was flustered by this. With a simple hand gesture from their Lycan King, they quieten and he proceeds.