Chapter 8 A Secret

(Iris)

I stood before the Lycan King, my legs shaky, my heart pounding. I waited for the Lycan King to acknowledge me. His presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an almost tangible aura of power. The scent of him, earthy, musky, and intoxicating, wrapped around me, making my head swim.

My wolf was practically purring in delight, making happy noises in the back of my mind, as if to remind me that this man was our mate. I was well aware and needed no reminding.

“Calm down,” I whispered to myself, though it did little to steady my nerves. The Lycan King’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His gaze was intense, as if he could see right through me.

“Come forward,” he commanded, his voice deep.

I took a hesitant step forward, my heart racing faster. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, every inch of his being focused on me. As I approached, he gestured for me to sit in a chair across from him. I obeyed without hesitation.

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