The Last Lycan: The Alpha's Bride
His words carry a playful tone, but I can sense the underlying confidence in his expression.
I raise an eyebrow, a bored smile playing on my lips. “Think you can handle my strength? I hope you’re ready to be disappointed.”
The witch’s smirk widens, and he gestures for me to come closer. I take a moment to close my eyes, centering myself. When I open them, a fiery red hue replaces the usual color, a visible manifestation of my unleashed power. His silver hair dances behind him as he smiles brightly, his eyes glowing a haunting white.
A gust of wind picks up around us, swirling leaves and dust in a hypnotic dance. I feel a strange stiffness in my legs, a subtle effect of one of his spells. How
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