Sold to the Lycan King
His heartbeat thundered against my ear, not steady, not human, but furious.
Then, between the spasms of pain, I felt it—the child’s hand pressing against me from the inside. Too sharp. Too knowing. My scream ripped through the trees.
“Leofric!”
He roared, not like a man but like something older, his voice tearing through the woods. The sky above cracked open, lightning arcing, the moon flaring blood-red.
The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed me was his face—half man, half something monstrous—his eyes blazing silver as he pressed his bloodied lips to mine, whispering, “You are mine, even if the world burns.”
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