Fated In Fang And Fur
Ayeshathe alpha king and his wolfless lunamated to the lycan kingthe lycan king's auctioned matekneel before the werewolf queen
“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.”
“Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.