Fated To The Cursed Lycan King
—she pointed her finger at him like she was pointing out a stain—“is a promise. And unlike you, I keep mine.”
Sean turned, red in the face, and gestured for his mom. “Let’s go, Mother. We’ll see you in court.”
“Be careful, boy,” the Queen said. “The fire you’re playing with doesn’t just burn. It consumes.”
They left in a trail of tension, and just as the door swung shut, the King walked in, blinking as if he’d walked into the wrong house. His eyes widened at the sight of his mistress at the table.
The Queen didn’t miss a beat. “Hello, darling. Join us.”