Sold to the Lycan King
Instead, his mouth brushed my ear, and he whispered, “Then break with me, Morwenna. Let the world burn. Be my queen in the ashes.”
My breath caught. My heart slammed against my ribs, torn between love and horror. Part of me wanted to say yes, to throw it all away for him. But my child thrashed inside me, shrieking silent warnings through my marrow.
If you do, we all die.
I shoved him back with everything I had. My palm smacked his chest, and a shockwave ripped outward, flinging us apart. He staggered, eyes wide with surprise, maybe even pain. His chest smoked where my hand had been, as if my rejection burned him deeper than any blade.
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