Claimed by the lycan King
"The pull. The connection."
"No," I whispered, still not looking at him. "I didn't feel anything."
I risked a glance up, instantly regretting it when our eyes met. That pull intensified, making my breath catch. His gaze softened, and I could see the confusion there.
"The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes with mate bonds," he said quietly.
"Lucas was supposed to be my mate," I whispered, more to convince myself than him.
The king moved closer, sitting beside me on the bed. I tensed but didn't move away.
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