The Lycan’s Fated Mate
“Fuck… When she looks at me like that I forget I’m the Alpha. She commands blood, magic… And my cock gets hard as if summoned by a spell. Curse or blessing? Fuck it. She’s mine.”
And then the world exploded in red.
The moment Susan raised her arms, the smell of iron filled the air. Streams of blood burst from the bodies lying on the ground, twisting like serpents, piercing armor, crushing bones.
Demidov Lycans with eyes stained black, contaminated by demonic blood, howled as the red tentacles tore through their throats, snapped their ribs, and crushed their spines.
Dmitry advanced right behind them with the soldiers, his voice low on the communicator.
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