MATED TO THE CRUEL LYCAN KING
“Joe, what are you doing here? How did you even find me?”
He took one hesitant footstep, unsure of how I'd react if he got too close. “I know you have every reason not to trust me, but please, hear me out.”
I knew in my guts that he was being sincere and that kept me from turning him away outright. Nodding slightly, I gestured to a pair of rickety chairs by a dusty shelf. We both sat, the old wood creaking under our weight.
Joe cleared his throat, looking around before leaning closer. “I’ve been working undercover in the Dark Moonlight pack. The owner of this bookstore, a distant relative of mine, helped me infiltrate.”
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