The Lycan's Prized Omega
Solomon stumbled into the bathroom, hair all over the place, fangs down, and claws out.
“What!” Solomon bellowed, searching the bathroom frantically. “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
Lucia pointed at the mirror.
Growling, Solomon turned to the mirror. Then his mouth dropped open too. “Merciful gods.”
“How… how?” Lucia lifted her fingers, her hand shaking horribly. Gently she touched what could only be described as a massive, modern tribal tattoo that began where Warwick had bitten her last night while making love, and extended all the way down her right arm. Crisp lines, thick and dark, curled around and emphasized the lean muscles of her bicep and forearm.
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