The Lycan Monarch’s Voluptuous Mate
"You are a shield. A fat, southern shield. The King is using you to anger the High Council, nothing more. Once he is done with you, he will toss you to the guard dogs."
My wolf growled in my mind. It was a low, heavy rumble that made my chest vibrate. I felt my skin heating up, the internal warmth turning into a localized fire.
"Maybe," I said, looking her dead in the eye. "But right now, the King signed a paper that says I'm the one staying in this suite. And you’re the one who has to carry my bathwater."
I stood up. I didn't rush. I let my full height and weight sink into the floorboards as I rose. I was broader than Genevieve, solid where she was thin. I stepped into her space, forcing he