The Lycan King's Rogue Alpha Queen "Rael, what's this?"
"An anklet, since you don't want an ankle monitor."
"I'm not your pet!"
"No, you're not."
"Then, get this thing off me!"
"It's either that or I'll tatt my name on your wrists and over your sweet mounds so the whole world knows you're mine."
~~~
They called me a murderer.
I became a rogue to survive.
And when my wolf finally surfaced, she came with blood on her hands.
Now I’m bound to him—Rael, the Lycan King cursed to die alone.
Our bond shouldn’t exist.
He’s the descendant of the Moon Goddess, Lycans who are forbidden to mate with werewolves.
But fate doesn’t ask.
It takes. It binds. It burns.
He says I belong in his cage.
I say I’ll burn it down.
The war between us will either break the curse...
or destroy us both.