The Suppressed Lycan Queen
They arrive with the heavy, somber energy of a funeral procession, the tires of their customized SUVs crunching the gravel like breaking bones.
Behind me, the massive frat house is unnervingly silent, but I can feel the violent tension vibrating through the hardwood floorboards. Down in the reinforced basement, the "remodeling" is finally complete. Thatcher is no longer the arrogant, rogue prick who thought he could hunt down our Alpha's newly awakening mate. He is something else now, something quiet, obedient, and thoroughly broken.
The lead SUV comes to a smooth halt, and the heavy armored door opens. Out steps Alpha Malphas of the Dark Moon, a massive, imposing man who looks like he’s be
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