The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King
This was the first time Konan was seeing someone look at him so warmly, the last person had been his grandma who had died a year before his father.
“I’m Lord Conoron,” The man said.
“And I was once like you, hungry, alone, with nothing but my brains and my quick hands.” He said and laughed as he slowly stood up, offering Konan his hand.
“Come with me. No one will hurt you.” He said and held Konan's hands.
Konan froze for a second, his instincts screaming for him to run, but something in Lord Conoron’s eyes, the kindness, perhaps, or a promise of something better, made him take the hand.
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