Lycan king and his Omega
His eyes darkened, a flicker of pain crossing his face before the cold smile returned.
“And yet,” he whispered, stepping closer, “you still crave what only I could awaken.”
“No!”
I raised my hand. Power pulsed from my palm in a bright burst of white light. It threw him backward across the dreamscape. For a moment, I saw fear in his eyes—a flicker, a break in his mask.
He stood, blood dripping from his mouth, and laughed softly.
“So... the moon goddess did give you power in this life. How… poetic.” He wiped the blood from his lip, still smiling. “But Bella, you were born to be mine. I tasted your soul long before that mutt Zane ever laid eyes on you.”
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