Searching For My Reborn Mate

Searching For My Reborn Mate

BFJ

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Two thousand years ago... The Lycan Ruler knelt close to his mate and raised her up carefully. He growled and cried like a harmed wolf. His mate has been killed by wolf trackers. People, divine beings, goddesses, mythical people, and other non-people lived respectively smoothly, but a couple of people chose to be terrible hunters, tracking down and persecuting wolves. He buried his mate at the celebration of Mahan, a significant celebration where everyone could make a wish and it will be granted. There, he made a wish which will eventually be granted. The Lycan King was to live for extended period of years, healthy and energetic up until the period he sees his reborn mate, and when he at last recognises his mate by the wolf mark on her neck, he will die in the three months that followed. ***** Present Day... Two soldiers landed from their vehicle and walked into the castle. "My master, I brought a soldier to be your personal guard. I want to believe that you are satisfied?" Henry from the U.S armed force said, bowed on one knee. King Lucien Wulfgur raised his head and looked thoroughly at the boy Henry brought. "This little child?" He got up and checked the boy out. "Could it be said that you are a wolf? Also, you look girlish." He spoke to the boy. "No, my master. I'm a human and....a boy," the person replied. The King drew nearer towards them in a fast move. He took a closer look at the boy's neck and saw...the mark?! King Lucien Wulfgur's eyes sparkled and his heart began to hurt out of nowhere. His mate. He has seen her. He had been searching for her for quite a long time and presently, she was reborn as a man? How could he possibly adjust to the boy? Now that what he wished for had at last come to pass, he will pass on to the great beyond in 90 days time. He really needs to begin getting ready for his death and burial.

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