The Lycan king’s blind mate
I asked, my voice laced with nerves as Eva opened the door and led me out of my room.
"Of course," she reassured me, squeezing my hand gently. "You look like you were born into royalty, Davina. You look amazing, so don’t even think otherwise."
I let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t my appearance I was worried about. I didn’t care how I looked—I was more concerned that someone might recognize me. It had been five years since my pack was destroyed by rogues, and everyone had assumed that I, Davina, daughter of Alpha Dalton, had died in that attack. The thought of running into someone who might know me, who might remember, terrified me.
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