All Chapters of The Lycan King's Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra’s povMy stomach growled angrily as I stepped into the packhouse. The delicious scent of food washed over me, and the all too familiar pang of hunger twisted my insides. It had been hours since I had eaten anything, and seeing the servants all gathered around, laughing and eating, made the emptiness in my stomach almost unbearable.I looked around and spotted Helga, at the service counter, dishing food onto plates for the other slaves. My knees felt rubbery but I managed to make my way over to her. Noticing me she turned her head and stared blankly.“What is it now, Lyra?” she asked, sounding exasperated.I knew begging her was the only way to get to her ego. “I need food, please. I haven’t eaten in days and I’m really hungry.”Her lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Just stand in the back,” she replied motioning to the rear of the room, “I’ll get you when I’ve gotten everyone else.”I nodded in gratitude, too tired to respond. Making my way through a sea of scrubbing women, I slip

Authors povThe battlefield was cast in the cold light of the moon, thick with blood and howls. The wolves were losing this war. They just didn’t have the strength or numbers of the Lycans. Each swing and swipe was a bit too desperate as the lycans who were sure of their strength tore through Derrick’s soldiers like butter.In the fray of the fight, hooves of a horse hammered against dirt. It was a heavy sound that drew attention. The Lycans twisted their heads; their ears flickered back as they started to cheer the person on the horse the wolves around shivered as they knew this fight was over.Greg, the ruthless Lycan King was here. He sat on a black warhorse, his armor shining so brightly under the moonlight that everyone couldn't help but squint. A long silvery cape billowed behind like a flag being thrown by the wind as he rode past them at an easy trot. It was almost too bright to look at him when his eyes, which happened to be glowing gold with power and mercilessness, scared

Authors povKing Greg slowly walked the wolf pack’s throne room as his heavy boots made the stone floor echo. His eyes looked around with joy and his mouth had a slight grin as he was thinking of how he was better than everyone else around.He was the strongest Lycan and the most powerful and no one dared to come against him or they would perish. No one dared to come against him as they knew they would meet their gods by the end of the day.“So small,” he muttered to himself as he looked around the throne room, running a hand over the back of the wooden throne that once belonged to the Alpha, Derek. It was nothing compared to the grand throne he had back in his kingdom—an imposing structure carved from the bones of his enemies, adorned with gold and encrusted with jewels. This one, by contrast, looked pitifully plain.Greg let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Wolves… so weak, so simple.”The doors creaked open behind him and in strode his general, Victor. The General made quick s

Lyra’s povThe minute we got back to the throne room, I held the blue gown to my chest and felt its fabric being so soft to me. It was still like a movie to me as I couldn’t behave this was truly happening to me.When we reached the palace, the Alpha was waiting. He looked at me and saw how I was holding onto the gown. I could sss him roll his eyes before he spoke.“Give me one good reason why you are holding it like that?” He asked in a low voice as I gulped. I expected him to yell at me but he didn’t and it made me even more scared than I would usually be.I stuttered. “I-I’m sorry my lord.” Before I knew it, he turned to the guard standing beside me. “Go back in there and grab all of her clothes from where she took this and bring them out here too,” he told him. “let me go through them myself and choose a better one for you. I’m sure there should be more that should suit you.”I gasped in shock. “Alpha—”He held up his hand to silence me. “Everything the lady owns, you will take

Author’s povThe minute the meal was done, Greg the king got to his feet and waved everyone around away with his hand.“You can all go,” he said as they all scurried off. Lyra hurried to her feet as she was ready to leave when just as the alpha grabbed her by the wrist to stop her in her steps.“You…” he said to her in a deep voice with his gaze fixed on hers. “Stay.”Lyra’s breath hitched, but she nodded, trying to mask her nervousness. She was scared beyond words.With the maids and guards gone, yea was now alone with the lycan king as she held her breath to prevent herself from falling to the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gulped once or twice to control its beating sound.Greg tipped his head, interest pulling at his brows. “Are you scared of me, Lyra?”Lyra’s throat dried up. “Yes,” she managed to rasp.Greg’s smirk broadened. “Good,” he repeated, letting go of her wrist. “Fear is what makes people obey. Just as I’ve given you all of this doesn’t mean I can’t take