Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets
Selene breathed, her voice trembling with both relief and longing.
The god of night, her most trusted attendant, and the forbidden lover she had never fully let go of, now stood before her, inhabiting another vessel—Ethan’s body. The mortal’s form bent and shifted under his divine control, his muscles taut with the strain of containing such vast power. But Nyktorion made no sound of struggle. He had carried her secrets, her sins, for ages. What was one more?
“You chose her,” Nyktorion said, stepping closer. His voice was Ethan’s, but the cadence was all his own. “Fiona of the mortal line. You marked her womb with your essence. You let me enter her bed to ensure life would quicken.”