Slave to the Alpha King
When they pulled away from each other, he swept an arm out to me.
“Magda, this is Queen Willow, mate to King Elbrus Lobo.” For some reason, something inside me withered at his announcement, and I rushed to correct him.
“My name is not Lobo, it’s Panchak. I’ve had no formal mating ceremony, so technically, not the queen.” The tiny woman’s eyes glittered as she looked me over, finally, she offered me her hand. When I reached out to shake her hand, she snatched me to her, and bit my wrist, taking a sharp pull of my blood, and releasing me.
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