Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate
“I’ve done everything you taught me: the dresses you sent, the perfumes, the oils, the seduction techniques. I’ve tried to be exactly what you said a powerful woman should be. But he’s… distant and always distracted.”
“Then make him undistracted,” she slammed her palms on the table, making the crystal glasses rattle. “If seduction isn’t enough, force his hand. Spike his drink if you must. Tie him to the bed and take what you need until he puts an heir in you.”
I stared, shocked. My mother, prim, proper Luna of Silvermere, speaking like this?
“I can’t just drug him,” I whispered. “He’s the Lycan Leader. There are guards, protocols—”