Curse of a Lycan Luna
he murmured, breath fanning across my face.
I looked up at the lycan in confusion. He had to be bipolar. I had questions. I needed answers, primarily about what the fuck was wrong with him. My lips parted, ready to speak, but my mouth was covered by his, swallowing down the words I was about to say.
“Mine,” Isaac purred against my lips, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it.
The word shook me to my core. It was all I needed to hear to crumble under his touch, making a different four letter word reverberate around my brain.
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