Moonbound At Sliver Ridge
King Maelor Draven.
Lycan King.
The air in the room changes.
“She is our mother’s child,” Isaiah says, finally looking up. “Our sister.”
“And our father’s child,” Hayden adds, gold eyes blazing. “Our sister.”
Both.
Supreme and Royalty.
Twins and triplets.
The hybrid in our bed isn’t just some theoretical Balance-Bearer. She’s the literal blood sister of every royal male currently staring at her.
My throat goes dry. Beside me, I feel Rory stagger back a half-step. Jax goes unnaturally still. Callum’s dominance rolls through the room, not at them, but over us, anchoring, because if he doesn’t, our wolves are going to lose it.
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