The Lycan King’s Stolen Mate
Waaaaah!
I dropped back against the pillows, gasping for air, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks.
Healer Naya gently wrapped the newborn in a soft white fur blanket, her eyes wide with complete awe. She stepped forward, placing the small bundle carefully into my waiting arms.
"A healthy, perfect princess," Naya whispered, bowing her head.
My hands trembled as I pulled the blanket back slightly.
The baby had a soft tuft of silver hair, tiny pale cheeks, and when her eyes slowly opened, they shone with a brilliant, glowing violet-gold light. On her tiny left wrist was a small, glowing birthmark in the shape of a golden crown.