The Lycan's Rejected Mate
" I want to take you as my bride, a Queen who will give me strong children, and if we do this ... I might consider leaving some packs that are not an antagonist to me unharmed."
I choke on my saliva after he says those words. After I calm my cough, I laugh loudly, and he looks at me, perplexed.
"Your Queen?! Are you crazy? You must be incoherent, Amacus," I snarl.
"No, I'm saner than I've ever been... The truth is that my witches' loyalty might waver since I don't have magic in me, but a strong dark pup will overrule all that," Amacus is solemn, and he actually believes I might accept his offer. There must be something wrong with him.