The Marked Mate of the Lycan King
“Well, look at the beast of burden. Still scrubbing for a crust, Esmeralda?”
The voice was thin and sharp, belonging to Luna Leona. She stood in the doorway, framed by the pale, winter sun, wearing silks that shined with the color of freshly shed blood. Damon had mated her six months after rejecting me, a tactical move to shore up his dwindling power. Leona was short on true Lycan strength, but long on cruelty.
I didn’t pause my scrubbing. “Good morning, Luna,” I murmured, my voice sandpaper-rough from disuse.
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