The Lycan King's Human Mate

Claimed By The Lycan King

Roman's pov

For a moment we both got lost in each other's eyes, and the silence between us wasn't heavy, it's electric, pulsing and alive.

"What exactly am I to you?" she asked braking the silence.

"I was hoping when you'd ask," I said, stepping away from her. Giving her some space.

"You're my mate Aurora that's what you are to me, my soul mate. The one whom I'm going to share my life with, grow old together and love till eternity."

Her breath hitched, her eyes widened.

"But.... But we can't be together," she whispered. "You're different... A beast who changes into a man and me, I'm human. We're both different."

I nodded. "Yes we are different but that doesn't matter to me. I don't care that you're human."

Her brows knitted. "You don't?"

I exhaled. "No I don't. It doesn't matter if you're human. I've waited for you for centuries and finally I've found you so being human doesn't matter to me."

"I don't understand any of this...... I don't know if I could ever be apart of your world."

"It's okay, you have all the time in the world to understand and get to know about my world and me....and" I paused, meeting her gaze.

"You're already apart of my world Aurora by being my mate."

"But I don't think I want to," she said.

A low growl rose on my chest, though I did not let it slip past my lips. I didn't want to scare her more than she already was.

"There's nothing we can do to change the fact that you are my mate. The moon goddess chose us to be together for a reason and you need to learn to accept it."

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The moment I stepped into the grand hall, silence fell.

It spread like a ripple through the chamber voices cutting off mid-sentence, movement halting, every pair of eyes turned toward us.

My grip on Aurora tightened slightly as I led her forward, her smaller frame half a step behind me. I could feel the tension radiating from her the quick rhythm of her pulse, the faint tremble she tried to suppress.

Fear. It curled through the bond, brushing against my senses.

Mine.

The thought came instinctively, dark and possessive.

The massive doors of the hall had barely closed behind us, yet every Lycan present was already on edge. Warriors were lined up against the walls, their postures rigid, their gazes sharp and assessing. My beta, gamma and delta stood closer to the throne, their expressions carefully controlled but I could smell their curiosity.

And their disbelief.

A Human. They're wandering what was a human doing in a Lycan territory.

My lips curled faintly.

Let them them keep wandering.

I guided Aurora down the length of the hall, the sound of our footsteps echoing against the high stone walls. The torches burned brighter here, casting a golden glow across the carved pillars and the raised platform ahead my throne looming at the center like a silent declaration of power.

She hesitated just for a second.

Her steps faltered as the weight of their stares pressed down on her.

I felt it instantly.

Without thinking, I slowed just enough for her to keep pace without struggling. My hand shifted from her wrist to her waist, firm and unyielding.

I stopped at the base of the throne and turned to face them, pulling Aurora forward until she stood at my side.

Where she belonged.

The room stilled completely. No one spoke or moved. All of them were waiting.

My gaze swept over the pack, elders, council members each one of them bound to me, loyal to the crown, to the power I commanded.

And now to her.

“This,” I said, my voice cutting cleanly through the silence, “is Aurora.”

Her name felt different on my tongue.

Stronger and claimed.

A shift moved through the crowd subtle but unmistakable. Their eyes flickered over her again, sharper now, searching for something they clearly did not understand.

I didn’t give them time to question.

“She is my mate.”

The words landed like a strike.

A collective breath was drawn, tension snapping through the room as disbelief spread across their faces.

A human.

I could hear it in their thoughts. Smell it in the air.

My jaw tightened.

“And from this moment forward,” I continued, my voice dropping into something colder, more dangerous, “she is your future queen.”

There was silence.

“And your Luna.”

Whispers erupted, no longer contained shock, confusion, resistance threading through the hall. Some stared at her with something close to awe, their instincts recognizing the bond even if their minds rejected it.

Others, their expressions hardened.

Disdain.

Doubt.

Disapproval.

My beast stirred beneath my skin, a low growl building in my chest.

“She’s… beautiful.”

The voice came from the left side of the hall. One of the younger males. A warrior named Darius.

His gaze lingered on her too long and

Something inside me snapped.

A deep, feral growl tore from my chest before I could stop it, the sound echoed violently through the chamber.

The entire hall fell silent again.

The male stiffened instantly, his head lowered in submission as the weight of my dominance crashed over him.

But I didn’t look at him. My focus remained locked on Aurora.

On the way her body had gone still beside me.

On the way every instinct in me screamed to shield her from them, from their eyes and from their thoughts.

Mine.

The word echoed louder this time.

My arm moved before I could think, pulling her closer against my side, my hand firm at her waist as I positioned her slightly behind me.

Hidden.

Protected and claimed.

A warning to every male in the room.

“You will show her respect,” I said, my voice low, deadly calm but laced with something far more dangerous than anger. “Or you will answer to me.”

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Aurora's pov

Morning light spilled through tall, arched windows, painting the room in soft gold. The air was warm, fragrant with baked bread, roasted meat, and herbs I couldn’t even name.

I blinked at the long table before me. Bowls of steaming porridge, platters of fresh fruit, honey dripping like molten gold, thick slices of bread still warm from the oven. Juices and teas filled delicate crystal glasses. My eyes darted from dish to dish as if I might wake up and it would all vanish.

Roman sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, golden eyes calm but observing me carefully. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves neatly folded to his forearms.

“Sit,” he said, voice low, not demanding but impossible to ignore.

I obeyed, sliding into the seat beside him, hands folded awkwardly in my lap. I couldn’t stop staring at the food. In my village… the only things we had was bread, eggs and occasionally fresh meat which the hunters brought from their hunting trips. That had been the sum of our luxuries. Here… this felt like a feast fit for royalty—or a god.

Roman noticed my wide eyes and the way my hands twitched nervously. “It’s all fresh,” he said simply, voice soft, almost conversational. “We eat well here and so will you.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “It… it looks incredible,” I stammered, unable to hide my awe.

He allowed himself a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “Eat. Hunger has no patience, and fear will only make it worse.”

I hesitated, glancing at the bowls of steaming porridge first, then a slice of bread dripping with honey. Carefully, I picked up a piece, my hands trembling slightly. I bit into it—and warmth, sweetness, and the softest texture I had ever tasted exploded in my mouth.

“Oh…” I breathed. My eyes widened even further. “This… this is… amazing!”

Roman watched silently, his gaze calm but intense. I could feel it, that same pull from the bond threading through the morning air, threading through him, threading through me.

“You like it,” he said, voice low, almost teasing.

“I—yes! I’ve never… I’ve never eaten anything like this,” I admitted, cheeks burning.

He leaned back slightly, watching me, his expression unreadable but there was something in his eyes, some flicker of satisfaction that made my stomach tighten

“Food,” he said, voice soft, “is not just for survival. It is comfort. It is strength. You will need both.”

I looked down at my plate, at the spread before me, then back up at him. He seemed… untouchable, untamed, yet sitting here with me, sharing this simple human act, he felt… close. Almost… ordinary.

I dared a small smile. “Thank you… for letting me eat like this.”

His golden gaze softened fractionally, and for the first time, I felt a hint of the man behind the king. “You are my mate,” he said quietly. “You will have nothing less.”

I felt a warmth spread through me—not from the food. Not entirely.

But from the simple, terrifying, and exhilarating truth: I was tied to him Bound to him. And somehow, I was beginning to understand that in this strange, luxurious, overwhelming world, that might… not be so terrible after all.