Kidnapped by My Sister's Biker Mate
Honourabmated to my fiancé’s alpha king brotherclaimed by my ex's lycan king fatherleft at the altarbeing left at the altar
He's powerful, she acknowledged weakly, like she always did.
I shoved her back down. My wolf had never been any help before. She wasn't going to start now.
"Who are you?" I demanded, hating how my voice cracked. "What do you want?"
The riders shifted, closing in slightly. Not threatening, exactly, but definitely not friendly.
My captor stood perfectly still for a moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached up and unclipped his helmet.
He pulled it off.
His dark hair, slightly too long, fell across his forehead. His face had sharp angles yet still managed to look like it was what his beauty needed, a scar cutting through his left eyebrow, another along his jaw. His eyes were grey—not like