Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
A tear slipped out, hot and fast, cutting through my makeup.
Before I could wipe it away, his hand moved to the back of my neck. He pulled me forward, hard, until my face smashed against his chest. His lips came down on mine in a brutal, crushing kiss that smelled of mint and cedar wood.
He pulled back just an inch, his thumb wiping the wetness from my cheek. "Do not cry, princess. Let me tell you something. We Lycans do not get our beast until we are eighteen. We do not shift until our twenty-first birthday. A female Lycan will not shift at all until she is marked by her mate."
Bab Populer