The Lycan Kings mate

I stared down at the ground, my heart shattering into a million pieces as Alpha Sam's words echoed in my ears."You're not fit to be my mate. You're weak, useless - nothing but a burden to this pack." He sneered, his lip curling in disgust as he looked at me. "I choose Marie as my true mate. You're nothing to me."The tears spilled down my cheeks as I realized my worst fear had come true. My destined mate, the alpha I had dreamed of bonding with since childhood, had rejected me. All because I was the weakest, most pathetic werewolf in our pack.I should have known better than to hope. From the moment I was born, I had been an outcast - unable to fully shift into my wolf form, mocked and shunned by the other wolves. Even my own mother had abandoned me, leaving me to be raised by my beta father, who was too ashamed to acknowledge me.Now, as I stood there trembling under Alpha Sam's cruel gaze, I felt utterly and completely alone. There was no place for me here anymore. I had to get awa

Blake walked fast through the fancy halls, making me almost run to keep up. The guards we passed averted their eyes respectfully as we went, a clear indication of the Lycan King's authority.I felt nervous. Where was he taking me? What else did he want to talk about with someone like me, who was rejected?We arrived at big, fancy doors that Blake opened easily. Inside was a big room with lots of books, a fancy desk, and big windows letting in sunlight.Blake turned to me, his face hard to read. "Sit down," he said, pointing to a comfy chair by the desk.I hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered myself into the chair, I sat on the edge of the chair, feeling like I might run away if things got scary. Blake sat down across from me, his intense eyes staring right at me."Now then," he began, his deep voice cutting through the tense silence. "I believe we have some important matters to discuss."I swallowed hard, my fingers twisting anxiously in my lap. "W-what matters?"I felt frustrat

As the sun began to set, bathing the palace in a warm, golden glow, I found myself once again in Blake's company. After the earlier disturbance, he had insisted that I remain by his side, assuring me that he would see to my every need.Walking through the pretty gardens, I couldn't stop looking around. There were lots of colorful flowers and everything was so well taken care of. It was different from the big, serious palace.Blake walked next to me, making me feel safe. Sometimes, he'd look at me with his intense gray eyes, but I wasn't sure what he was feeling."Tell me, little wolf," he rumbled, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence. "How are you faring?"I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "I...I'm still trying to make sense of all this," I admitted, gesturing vaguely to the grand estate around us. "It all feels so...surreal."Blake nodded, his expression contemplative. "I can imagine this must be quite overwhelming for you." He paused, reaching out to gently brush his

In that dark, damp cell, time felt like it was moving so slowly. All I could hear was the drip of water and sometimes footsteps outside. I curled up in the corner, waiting anxiously to find out what would happen next.Where was Blake? Was he even still alive, or had the Hunters managed to overpower him and the rest of the pack? The thought sent a shiver of dread down my spine, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the terrifying images away.Suddenly, the heavy door at the end of the hall creaked open, and the sound of approaching footsteps had my head snapping up. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, and I had to resist the urge to shrink back against the wall.This was no ordinary Hunter. His bearing was regal, commanding, and his cold, piercing gaze swept over me with a calculating intensity that made my skin crawl."So, you're the Lycan King's precious mate," he mused, his deep voice dripping with disdain. "The one who has caused us so much trouble."I swallowed hard,

My world faded in and out of focus, the deafening sounds of the battle muted and distant. All i could think about was the really bad pain coming from my hurt shoulder where the black wolf bit me hard.As I drifted in and out of consciousness, fleeting images flashed through my mind - Blake's anguished roar, the Hunters' merciless advance, Bianca's desperate plea to escape. The weight of it all threatened to consume me, the knowledge that my sacrifice might not be enough to save my mate.Suddenly, a familiar warmth enveloped me, and I instinctively knew it was Blake. His massive wolf form towered over me , looking really protective with his intense eyes. He made a low growling sound and then softly rubbed his nose against me, licking my cheek gently to show he cared.I tried to speak, to warn him of the impending danger, but the words caught in my throat, replaced by a strangled whimper. Blake's expression hardened, understanding dawning in his gaze, and he quickly turned his attention