REJECTED BY ALPHA, LOVED BY LYCAN KING
The transition from the wild, fiery gaze of the wolf to the composed, royal demeanor of the ruler left me momentarily breathless.
In that moment, he was not just a wolf in the garden but the king, dressed in garments that resonated with the history and grandeur of the kingdom he ruled.
"Good morning," I uttered with hesitation.
The king's smile, gentle yet conspiratorial, suggested he knew the purpose of my visit.
Drawing near, he greeted, "Good morning, future queen," and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.
Seizing the chance for a private moment, I embraced him, inhaling the refreshing post-bath scent that clung to him, his damp but elegantly styled hair a testament to his morning routin
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