Property of the King’s
"My beast needs to know you are safe and near me. That is all."
Nova pulled the thin blanket over her shoulders and lay down, staring at his broad back in the dim light. He stood like a stone guard, silent and tall, protecting her while refusing to truly accept her.
She closed her eyes, feeling the double burn of the marks on her skin. The Lycan King had touched her neck with wild need, and the Werewolf Alpha stood watch over her bed with quiet, dangerous jealousy.
Nova buried her face in the pillow, tears hot against her cheeks. She was trapped between two powerful kings who hated her people, yet neither of them could break the invisible chains binding them to her heart.