The Lycan King's Secret Heir
The moment my skin touched his, my maternal instincts flared, wrapping around him like a protective blanket.
But as I held him a cold dread pooled in my stomach. Leo was almost four years old now. His Lycan genes were still mostly dormant but under intense excitement or fear, his aura would fluctuate. To a human, he just seemed like an incredibly perceptive, energetic child. To Kaelen or Beta Vance, he would smell like royal lineage. His blood carried the specific, heavy resonance of the Northern Court’s dominant Alpha line. If an enforcer got within twenty feet of him, the secret would be dead.