My Unwanted Lycan Mate.

"In her smile, I see something more beautiful than the stars"

"I Mia Divas, repudiate you king Miller-Jones, king of cold blood pack as my mate and monarch

"I king Miller-Jones spurn your rejection"

*Preliminary*

"Mate! Mate! Mate, I sit up when I heard my wolf chant in my head, "What?" I snarled at my happy howling wolf, "Mate! He is here, she keeps pestering me

"No, I don't need any mate, I don't need to be restraint or being timid to anyone And besides I am in love with my brother beta Kelly, all it's takes is to tell him how I felt, so I don't need any undesirable mate! "No, I want my mate! She growls

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Time halted, my lungs had stopped inhaling and exhale

Everything had stopped existing, I could not feel or sense anything else apart from this gorgeous man standing in front of me, not beautiful, that would be too feminine, he was the embodiment of virility

His messy silver hair fell over his forehead He was taller than any man I have ever met, he had a build muscular body which was pushing my wolf insane and crazy.

He is defined as being perfect, he's strong, powerful, and glamorous "Mate, mate! Mate.

My wolf wailed Those ocean blue eyes were glued at me, and I was abruptly wet down below his perfect lips keep calling out for a kiss.

"Fuck" I blurted out I had to relinquish, run, I don't need a mate

My claws dig in the wet soil as I force myself to run, run as fast as my claws could take me, I am feeling exhausted, physically and mentally but my sole priority is to flee and run, to flee as far as

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possible, I know my wolf is giving up due to weakness and lack of breath but still, I am running and but eventually my wolf give up, and I collapse in the woods, wet tears spilling out of my eyes just by thinking about how my life will

change to if my mate catches me

*monarch Miller-Jones*

I wandered through the few trees in the town, and then I smelled an intoxicated and appealing scent I have ever smelled, I had no inscription of the smell, it was so astonishing that makes me drool My lycan was howling desperately inside my head, dancing and shouting happily

Then I heard my lycan say a word, one word I loathed the most

"MATE"

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Oh shit, I met my mate And she's a little weak she wolf I hated the idea of having a mate, a she wolf who will diminish me, a mate who will share my throne with me having and acknowledging a mate means won't be able to keep my where any longer, I don't need a woman I will be emotionally attached with I have my contentment with my whores, since they will do anything to make me

satisfy my lust and desire

I was the strongest monarch, accepting and claiming the weak she wolf as my mate will be a disastrous thing to do, it will bring a tint on my prestige. I need no weak she wolf and I will never accept her, she must die...

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Lycanthropy comes from the

species of werewolf. They can not shift into a wolf because they are more in tune with their human side. Lycans are a half werewolf and half human. They can grow teeth, claws, have excellent eyesight, and heal as werewolves do. They do not shift into a wolf. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.