Marked by the Lycan King
“I saw him… I saw that bastard with another lady. My heart… it hurts so much.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Myra soothed, pulling her into a tight hug across the console. “Don’t cry over some scumbag. Your birthday is coming up soon. You’ll find your mate, and everything is going to be alright. I promise.”
Bria sniffled loudly, trying to pull herself together. “I’m sorry… my makeup is all smudged now.” She rummaged in her bag, pulled out a handkerchief, and quickly cleaned her face, removing most of the ruined makeup and revealing her fresh, natural beauty.
Bab Populer