Mated to the cursed Lycan King
She grabbed onto his arm, blinking her lashes at him, her lips pouted.
“Don’t worry, love, I just want her to be willing to transfer power to me. You know that’ll be better than forcefully taking it from her,” Jerome reassured her, smoothing back her hair. His voice was soft, almost soothing. “And that arrow is poisoned with wolfsbane,” he added, turning to stare at me, his smile turning sinister.
“Bastards!!!” I screamed, already feeling the poison seeping into my system.
No matter how fast my healing ability was, I couldn’t fight the power of wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was the most lethal way to kill a wolf, whether in any form—drug, weapon, handcuffs, chain, or whatsoever.