Fated To The Cursed Lycan King
the King started, lifting his hand, “—Justin’s just trying to twist everything to suit his selfish narrative.”
The Queen slowly raised her head, and I braced for her fury, for her heartbreak, for the kind of chaos that would flatten a room.
Instead, she burst into laughter.
Loud, raw laughter filled the room like a riot. Her body shook with it.
“Mom—” Justin blinked. “What—?”
“Are you okay?” Justine asked, frowning.
The Queen laughed harder as if someone had whispered the most scandalous joke in her ear.
“Oh, Alaric,” she wheezed, finally catching her breath. “You really thought you were that slick? That I didn’t know?”