The Broken Alpha
Hazel Lowellbeing the lycan queen, claiming by the alpharejected by the alpha, claimed by the lycan kingrejecting my lycan matethe lycans rejected mate
The mermaid inclined her head and, this time, Elijah followed.
Tenderly, he set Lily’s limp form down on a bed made of moss and straw. The room opened out to a swell of water, upon which a wooden boardwalk lay. The mermaid – he’d still not asked for her name; his worry had overshadowed his manners – perched delicately on its edge, her slick tail shimmering softly in the lapping water.
The hobb the mermaid had taken them to was a small, wizened creature. Glass jars brimming with herbs filled the wooden shelves lining the room, and his long-fingered hands ran over each of them. His brow furrowed.