THE LYCAN KING’S SCARRED PRIZE
Its fur was midnight black, swallowing the faint moonlight, its chest covered in thick, silver battle scars, and its eyes—a piercing, luminescent gold—stared directly into my soul.
The Lycan King.
He lunged forward, pinning me to the wet earth, his massive, clawed paw pressing firmly into my chest. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to rip my throat out. But the moment his nostrils flared, inhaling my scent, the murderous rage in his golden eyes shattered into pure shock.
And deep within my soul, the freezing vacuum violently flipped, screaming with absolute, undeniable certainty:
MATE.
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