The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha
The mansion’s foyer gleamed, polished to perfection, fit for a royal pack.
Chase stood near the grand staircase in a black tuxedo, every inch of it tailored to perfection. His dark green tie brought out his sharp features, but as his eyes lifted to meet me—he froze.
“Whoa… sis,” he breathed.
He stood still for a moment, then a slow grin stretched across his face.
“You look… wow. Like a queen—no, even better. A goddess.” He gave a playful bow. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “First the maid, now you? It’s just a little dress-up, Chase.”
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