Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King
Not the sharp, molten silver of a Lycan in battle, but moonlight softened by dusk, edged with threads of violet that marked her as something ancient and rare.
Her gaze shifted from me to him.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then Artemis frowned slightly, studying Xavier with the same quiet intensity Lucian had shown hours earlier. She didn’t cry. She didn’t recoil. She simply looked at him, as though she were trying to remember something she had always known.
“You smell like the moon,” she said softly.
Xavier dropped to his knees beside her bed.
The sound was soft, reverent. Like a silent vow.
“Yes,” he whispered. “And you smell like starlight.”
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