Ava Hansley: The Werewolf King Mate
He begins to smile sweetly at me.
What is the matter with this jerk? Is he all right? What is going on with this jerk? Why is he smiling so broadly?
"Hello, little mate," a sweeter, deeper, huskier voice murmurs near my earlobe, making me shiver with delight at how sensual his voice is.
His aura is distinct. His voice is deeper than the king’s, but it is also more dangerous, deeper, huskier, and manly than Miller’s.
"Hello, my name is Demon, Miller Lycan Wolf," he greets me.
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