The Lycan King's Omega Mate
They know to stay out of my way.
And then I see him—a suspicious-looking warrior standing at the edge of the battlefield. He’s watching the fight, not engaging, his posture too calm for someone caught in the middle of a war. My eyes narrow, my instincts screaming at me. Without a second thought, I charge at him, my Lycan wolf barely contained.
When I reach him, I grab him by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. His eyes widen in fear as he dangles from my grip. The scent... it’s faint, but it’s there. *Elara.*