The Lycan King's Mate
Admiration tugged at her heart, but she quickly pushed it aside when a young man made his way over to her.
It was none other than Steven, King Greg’s cousin. Tall with wavy black hair and smouldering blue eyes, he had a smile that was both charming and menacing. “Why hello there,” he said huskily as he reached out for Lyra’s hand.
“Hey there,” Steven said, his voice smooth. “I’m Steven. You must be Lyra.”
Lyra nodded and smiled politely. “Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you.”
Steven’s eyes swept over her, and he smirked. “So, you’re the new wolf in the pack. Interesting.”