Mating the Lycan King

Chapter 3: “F*ck no”

Once we arrive at Nathan’s pack house, he hops out the car and walks around to my side, opening the door. “Mi’lady.” Nathan offers his hand with a loving smile. I grab his big mitt and step out of the car.

“I love it. It’s much, much bigger than ours,” I gawked.

No, literally, my mouth is on the pavement. It’s a four story house. They must have a giant pack, but they’re the Rogue's so that kind of explains it. I thought it’d be a normal size, like ours back at Gold Moon but I was very, very wrong.

A chuckle from Nathan pulls me from my mesmerized state.

“Let’s head in and meet some of the guys.” He grabs my hand and we head for the porch.

Just as we get to the door, I tug at his hand causing him to stop. “What if they don’t accept me?” Worry lacing my voice.

Turning to face me, he lifts my chin so I’m forced to look in the icy pools he calls eyes.

“Never fear, my little wolf. They’ll accept you or die.”

I gulp the fear in back down and head in with my mate.

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[Nathan’s POV]

Standing with my arm tight around Jorden, “Meet your soon to be Lycan Princess, gents.” I can feel her nerves as if they were my own. The guys immediate bum rush us in a giant group hug.

“Our Princess!” “Finally!” “It’s about damn time!”

All the guys were talking at once but I could feel Jorden loosen up and let go of those nerves she was gripping onto a moment ago. She takes the time to hear some names; meeting John, Levi, Chris and Ryan. Jorden accepted their hugs and smiles with grace and kindness.

“Alright, fellas. Take a seat and let’s go over some things.” My authoritative voice echos the room.

We all take our seats at the dining room table, pulling Jorden to my lap. The rest of the pack that didn’t have a seat just filled around in squatting positions.

“Alright, first things first, Jorden is a reflection of me. If you disrespect her, you disrespect me. I expect each of you to help her adjust to how things run here. Introduce her to the other wolves, lycans and your mates.”

I go on for another five minutes letting my pals know how things are to run from now on. Yayaya.

“Lastly, if anyone lays a f*****g hand on her, I’ll f*****g kill you,” No joking in my tone. Some of the guys gulped so loud you could hear it, some laughed at my behavior, others just nodded like I’m stating the obvious. Discussing a few more topics such as training sessions and my mating ceremony, I conclude the meeting with a thanks.

The men just look back and forth at one another. They’ve never seen this side of me but I also never had a mate before so, they’ll get a grip on things soon enough.

“How was that for you? Less scary than you anticipated?” My lips rubbing against her latched lobe.

Running her hand up my thigh towards my c**k, “Now, now, little wolf. Behave. We have a celebration to plan,” Growling in her ear.

The mate pull is kicking in and she’s finding me more attractive by the moment and as much as I love it, we have traditions here and even I intend to follow them. Naturally everyone probably assumed I’d do things a bit backwards but for her, I want to do things the right way. After all, you only mate once.

Puffing out her bottom lip in response to my refusal, she pouts causing me to laugh. Grabbing her by the back of her neck, pushing our lips together, I kiss her deeply. Her fingers tickle their way up my chest and around my neck, deepening the kiss.

I can feel her body tense under my touch, I can feel her thighs clench together—not that it’s hiding her scent from me.

Grabbing her bottom lip between my teeth, “C’mon before I take you here and now.”

She must’ve sensed how serious I was because she immediately stood up and went in the direction of the boys.

Watching her disappear into the kitchen, I sit there and take all that’s happened in. After a moment, I jump up and start making my way to my mate.

Just when I hit the entrance to the kitchen, I feel a small arm wrap around my waist. By the scent, I know who it is. f**k!

“Mel, we can’t do this anymore.” Her body pressed against my side, making me wiggle away. My eyes peer in the window in the kitchen that makes the living room visible. I spot Jorden then turn towards Mel.

“Why, baby? I thought you would have missed me!” Mel pouts, wrapping her arms across her chest.

Rolling my eyes, “I found my mate. That is why. Now go find another lycan to fuck.” Moving to walk by her, she stops me with a hand to my chest.

“I said, no! Don’t f*****g touch me again or I will rip your—“

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[Jorden’s POV]

I was enjoying myself when I felt a churning in my gut. I’ve never felt this pain before. Then it hit me — Nathan!

Setting my drink on a table, I quickly make my way to where I left Nathan hoping that’s where I’d find him. Maneuvering around some of the pack members with a sweet “excuse me” or “pardon me.”

Walking around the corner from the living room into the kitchen, I see a woman with her hands on what’s mine.

“f**k no!”

I pounce at the woman, my hand around her throat. “If you ever, I mean ever, touch what’s mine again, I’ll rip your f*****g head off and put it on a stake as a warning to any other w***e who thinks wise to lay their filthy paws on Nathan.” I roar, Eliza is fighting for control. Her golden eyes glowing though me.

Nathan is leaning against the wall, watching me with a giant ass smile on his face. The w***e is looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Nat—Nathan?” She begs him while gripping my hand, trying to loosen my hold on her.

“Who is she?” I ask Nathan while never moving my eyes from this woman.

“My love, don’t—“ I cut him off.

“I didn’t ask for anything other than who the f**k she is, Nathan!” My voice is trembling, but not in fear. I was trying to fight Eliza and control myself from ripping her head clean f*****g off.

When I feel warm hands lace around my waist, I loosen my hold from her neck slightly.

“Since my mate won’t answer, I will ask you.” My glare never wavering. “Who are you and why were your hands on what’s mine?”

“Melanie, I’m Melanie.” She struggles in my grasp, “I was your mate’s play thing before he found you, fat ass!” Her venomous reply delivered straight to my heart.

In that moment, all I saw was red. I smashed her head against the wall so hard it caused a hole to form in the wall the shape of her head. Delivering a few more punches, she’s knocked out. I release her causing her to collapse to the floor.

Nathan placed a hand lightly on my hip but I smack it away. “No, don’t touch me right now, Nate. I swear to the Moon Goddess!”

I can’t be here right now, I need to get out. Sprinting out the door, I shift. Letting Eliza take the wheel, she leads us deep in the forest.

We have no idea where we’re going but I can feel her conflicting feelings of wanting to help ease my pain but the need to be near our mate.

After running for what felt like hours, Eliza finds herself tired, letting me take over control. Shifting, I plop down by a tree taking in the sight around me. The meadow surrounding me is colorful; a variety of flowers cover most of the land around me. Taking in the view, I find myself breathing normally as I absorb the gorgeous sight before me.

Relaxing a bit into the tree, I start to replay the events that had just occurred. Of course my mate would have slept with others prior to me but I didn’t think I would be so overprotective and hurt by hearing it, by seeing the woman he laid with plenty of times before.

I would have willingly slept with someone before him but he was killed by an enemy. His name was Jake, he was 23, I was 22 at the time. We were close friends and both mateless. We agreed that if he hadn’t found his mate by his birthday, we would choose each other as mates. He was kind to me, he called me beautiful, he listened and shared with me. Jake was the first person since everything that had happened to me who saw me for me and didn’t pressure me into anything. His love for me grew even after hearing of the terrible past I had.

I try reminding myself that I could be in Nathan’s spot right now. The difference between us though is, he would have killed the man that touched me whereas I just roughed her up a bit with a warning to remember.

Whilst lost in thought, a rustle came from my left. Peeking to see who or what it was, I grab a few of the giant leaves that hang above me to cover my body.

A giant lycan stand before me, his eyes glued to my face before grazing over my body. Snarling loudly, his lycan member grew fully erect while he took in the sight of me. Strutting towards me with long strides, I counter his movement with a small scoot further away. A pained whine followed the sounds of breaking bones. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut at the disturbing sound, I try to level my breathing in attempt to mask my anxiety. Huge fail! Pealing my eyes open, a man stands before me now.

He was gorgeous, his hair was dirty blonde, his eyes were narrow and green. His nose looked so familiar. So did his lips.

“Can I help you?” I ask nervously, gripping the leaves to my body.

“I’m Trevor, Ms. Jorden,” his voice oozes s*x appeal and dominance, causing me to clench my thighs together. What is happening to me? I can’t keep my hormones in check since meeting Nate! Ugh. Internal face palm.

Shaking my head as if to clear my foggy brain, I squeak out “Do I know you?”

Chuckling, Trevor approaches me, “I think you may be my mate but I can’t be certain since I’m not fully lycan.” He explains.

My stomach grows knots, my brain trying to rack the possibility having two mates. I can’t take handling two emotional lycans.

Trevor strides to me before crouching down and waits for me to speak. Slowly extending his hand he plays with one of my curls. Twisting it within his pointer finger and thumb.

“How would it be possible to have two mates?” I ask Trevor quizzically. Causing him to laugh softly.

Uh oh — my core started to leak at the noise of his laughter. It was like music to me ears.

“Jorden, please try to control that,” he nods to my lady bits, “I am doing all I can not to take those leaves and get a long look at what’s mine.” This man is giving me a sensation I’ve never had before, not even when Nathan claimed I was his mate just earlier in the day.

“I’m, uh, sorry?” I croak out. Trevor laughs and leans in to inhale my scent.

“Mmmm, you smell of cherries and honey.” Prying his eyes open to lock them with mine. Strangely they went from the emerald green to completely black.

Rubbing my thighs together unintentionally from the way his stare burned though my eyes into my soul.

Gulping down the nerves, I ask again. “How would I be given two mates?”

Revised 6/27/2024