Reign Of The Lycan King
Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice.
Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all.
The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king.
Lucien Valemont.
The Lycan King.
Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted.
But it was his eyes that took me off balance.
They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.
Bab Populer