The Lycan King's Forbidden Human Mate
“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”
I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl.
“So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture.
“Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment.
“What did you want me to say?” I shot back.
“I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.
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