The Lycan King’s Arranged Bride
The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck.
A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease.
“Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach.
“I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.