The Lycan King's Secret Heir
The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded.
I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost.
He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.