Mating the Lycan King

Standing in the mirror I look at myself. I stand 5’6 and 175 pounds, dark chocolate curls fall half way down my back, my hazel eyes are framed with Clark Kent like glasses and my smile is my favorite thing about myself because the tiny gap between my two front teeth. I have loved my gap for all 26 years of my life. After a few moments, I slip my dress on and situate my breasts and slide some white lace panties on. “Okay, let’s do this,” I speak to myself as I hop down the stairs. Slipping on some white pumps, I eye myself one last time before turning and walking to the kitchen. Okay, I look hot. Eliza, my wolf, purrs in agreement. Passing my aunt, I give her a quick smile and scuffle out the door. — Once I see others start to arrive I make my way to the Circle. That’s where all of us wolves gather for multiple reasons, but today is the ceremony of the Alpha and Luna of our pack. This is a huge deal for wolves. You see, packs are the strongest when the Alpha finds his mate. This means that we are going to grow stronger than we already are. Heading down to the ceremony, I search for my friends, James and Kale. With no luck, I go to find a seat in the front of the arena. I was always in the front for any ceremony. I enjoy watching the bond between two people, it’s a type of magic that no one can describe. People are arriving from everywhere. Even the Rouge pack is joining us, the Gold Moon Pack. Eyeing the crowd, seeing if I can spot my friends or aunt. No luck, I slouch into my stump and await the arrival of our past Alpha's and Luna's. Waiting for everyone to gather and take a seat, my eyes browse over the stampede of people from near and far. Never to my surprise, I eye the Rouge pack. They’re a huge group; terrifying yet godly. Typically we frown upon rogues but this pack is built from the packs that were slaughtered years ago by a Mad King. That being said, all the remaining packs that were at the end of the Mad King’s slaughter had gathered and discussed options for the survivors. They decided to allow them to take one of two options; join a surrounding pack or make your own with others who understand your past and pain. That being said, we have a mixture of wolves and Lycan’s in most packs since we’ve blended together as one after the attack. With the joining of lycan’s and wolves, many found their mates. Now you know why my eyes always find the Rouge pack. Those freakin’ lycan’s are drop dead gorgeous. Even their mates have a glow to them after the mating ceremony was completed. I’ve never witnessed a ceremony between a lycan and wolf since I prefer to only attend ones that are within the Gold Moon area but from what I’ve heard it’s an experience to witness. Maybe once I conquer the social anxiety that imprisons me, I can finally witness one. Back to the point… Majority of the survivors decided it was best to stick with those alike, meaning they created the Rogue Pack. It was a turning point for all creatures. It showed the other species that we could blend together in peace. Don’t get me wrong, there are still several disagreements amongst the packs but it’s no longer about mating or crossing packs boarders. Watching people file in and claim their seats, I narrow my eyes looking for my favorite twins but still no luck. Where the hell are they? “Jerks,” I mumble to myself. The horns blow, immediately howls erupt around us as the previous Alpha's and Luna's are arriving in their wolf form for mating ceremonies. That’s the tradition, all former Luna's and Alpha's arrive to these ceremonies in their wolf forms because it’s said to make the upcoming leaders more powerful. Personally? I think it’s just a myth but what the hell do I know? Standing, I applaud the entrance of our previous leaders. I watch completely mesmerized by the ceremony. I love to see love. I love that Alpha Nick found his Luna. We all knew he would make a great leader; he was kind and generous but also strong and firm when the situation calls for it. Finding his mate will only make him more great. Nick was one of the first people to talk to me after my parents death. They were visiting the Red Moon pack to witness my cousins mating ceremony but that day ended horribly. The Mad King and his pack came, slaughtered everyone but a handful. Nick allowed my aunt to move here and care for me since we both lost everyone else. He has a kind heart and his Luna, Karen, is equally amazing. Today was going to be a ceremony none will forget. Little did I know, my life was about to change just as quickly as Nick and Karen’s. — Once the ceremony is completed, we all shift and run in wolf form but I usually wait for James and Kale to get here before shifting so we can run together. Moving around nervously on the wooden stump, I scrape my calf causing a bleed. “s**t,” I murmur to myself. I go to wipe the blood with my thumb before bringing it to my mouth to lick it off. But just as my thumb touches my lips, a firm and strong hand grips my wrist. “Mmmm,” He pulls my hand to his mouth while inhaling the irony scent. I just watch him awkwardly, not moving an inch. A deep growl escapes him as he locks his black eyes with mine, “Mate.” What. In. The. Actual. f**k? "Uh….me?” My eyes darting back and forth across his face. Confusion clear in my voice. No way he could be talking to me. A sexy smirks plays on his lips, taking my blood covered thumb into his mouth sucking it clean. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” He chimes, “and you taste delicious.” Pulling me up flush against his strong, muscular body. My mouth agape, staring at this beautiful tall man, scanning over him head to toe. He has to be at least 6’5, easily the tallest wolf I’ve seen in a while. His ice blue eyes flicker back and forth, I imagine they went black while fighting control with his wolf. A straight, narrow nose leading to his lips that are wide but full. His strong jawline framed with a scruffy beard. He pulls my thumb to his mouth again and uses his canine to prick it, sucking a bit more of my blood. I flinch slightly but I don’t move other than that. He watches me intensely before dropping my hand and cupping my face. His stare bores into my soul. I feel a weird heat radiating from me. I start to feel a tingle sensation creep from my core up to my pounding heart. Uh oh, this is the mate process. “Mate,” I breathe out, making my newly found mate smile widely. “You feel it, darling? That’s what I felt the moment the scent of your blood hit my nose,” his raspy voice sounds like music to my ears. “I’m Jorden, and you are…?” My voice meek and timid. I cannot gather completely that the Moon Goddess would give me this hunk of a man. Suddenly fear washes over me, overruling the mating feeling. I make a fast dash out of my mates hold and run for the woods in the opposite direction the pack went. As soon as I hit the trees, I let Eliza take over. Eliza is my wolf, she has a light brown fur coat and golden eyes. Dashing into the woods, I find the hidden watering hole I claimed when I first joined the Crescent Moon Pack. Once I arrive, I shift back into human form even though Eliza groans in agony, she wants to be with her new found mate. “Not now, Eliza. I need a moment,” I tell her. She whines and circles until she curls up waiting her turn. I sink my naked body into the watering hole I love so much. Thinking about what just occurred. How can I have found my mate without even an inkling he was near? That doesn’t make sense! “No, no, no. He must have made a mistake. There is no way in Hell that man would want me!” I groan to myself. “Oh, darling, but I do,” his voice radiates seduction and truth. Turning my head toward the voice, I see my mate strutting towards me slowly ripping off his clothes. I want to ask him what he’s doing here but the mate pull is growing within me again. I clench my thighs tightly as he stands before me in only boxers. “Can I join you, love?” He asks already pulling down his boxers, exposing his long, thick, hard shaft. JESUS! AM I SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO FIT THAT IN ME? He is a f*****g beer can, or more like a tall boy. f**k. His laugh fills the area around us, echoing slightly. I just nod and he slides in right beside me. Still feeling embarrassed even though the mate pull is slowly taking over. “I’m Nathan, by the way,” he plants a soft kiss on my cheek. Instant heat fills my face, causing me to look like a freaking clown nose! “Uh—hi, Nathan,” turning my face towards him noticing he hadn’t moved away after his peck on my cheek. He must be able to sense my wild range of emotions because all he does is rest his forehead against mine and let’s me settle. Minutes pass and I finally feel better, “thank you,” I whisper, my breath spreading across his face. A smile plastered on his face, “Now,” he pulls back to look into my eyes, “tell me why you ran from me,” his eyes examining my face. I groan and cover my face with my hands. “I’m not good enough for you. You’re a freaking God and I’m a potato!” My hands slapping the water in frustration. “I can’t compete with those other wolves!” Sadness and anger mixed in my response. What I wasn’t expecting was Nathan to growl in anger at my statements while pulling me onto his lap. I can feel his erection poking my bottom but the look in his eyes is to scary to think about that. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, talk about yourself that way. You are all I want. I think you are gorgeous, I think you are my perfect piece,” authority radiates in his voice. All I can do is nod, half in fear and half in awe. But something still nags at me, like the Moon Goddess got it wrong. Like this is too good to be true. For now, I’m choosing to set the doubt aside and allow myself this. Relaxing slightly, he rubs a hand up and down my back lightly, “Plus, I’m a Lycan not a wolf.” “You’re a lycan...” I nibble my lip trying to take this information in. The fact that my mate is a freakin’ Lycan is insane! I mean, I obviously know this can happen but I never thought it’d be my fate. I heard stories but I never had a full blown conversation with one, not one on one. Revised 6/27/2024