The Suppressed Lycan Queen
I have been a specimen under a microscope for as long as I can remember, a quiet, heavily medicated girl expected to follow the rules, swallow her pills, and fade seamlessly into the background.
I recognize that look I just saw in Fenris’s striking blue eyes. It is the exact same look I’ve studied in countless biology textbooks under the heading of predatory drive. But there was something else there, too, a raw, terrifying vulnerability that completely defies logic. I don't understand how I am doing it, or why a man who looks like he could casually bench-press a mid-sized sedan is physically trembling at the sight of me, but the sheer, undeniable power of it feels like a live, humming wire i
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