Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King
They were his blood, no matter how much it hurt to admit.
I kissed my son’s forehead, sensing his strength, his future as a leader. “You were always meant to be Lucian,” I murmured. “The light of our lives.”
Then I turned to my daughter, my tiny star, who had fought so hard to be born. “And you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You are Artemis, named after the one who created us all. You’ll never be prey to anyone.”
Using those names felt like honoring a ghost, but as I watched them settle against me, I knew it was the only way to be whole.
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