Seducing My Ex-Mate's Lycan
I maintained a polite but distant demeanor, holding the book with just the right amount of pressure on the spine, neither ingratiating nor reluctant to part with it.
This rare book had tempted me, but it wasn't something I should accept.
"Mr. Gross, I finished reading the book last night. Thank you for lending it to me," I said, placing the book on his desk.
"I said it's yours now," Cyrus said, his gaze lifting. The scent of cedar and leather washed over the desk, carrying the subdued dominance of his Lycan heritage.
His pupils gleamed with a faint golden light under the lamp, the edges of his vertical pupils barely visible, like a lurking predator slowly opening its eyes.
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