The Lycan King's Mate
JULI ENadored by my ruthless alphayour words cut deeper than any blade
“So, you’re the new wolf in the pack. Interesting.”
Lyra’s smile faltered. She took a small step back. “What do you mean?”
Steven shrugged, casual but arrogant. “Just saying. You’re a wolf, we’re lycans. Not every day do we get somebody like you aboard.”
Lyra’s jaw clenched and her arms folded against her chest. “So what?”
Steven chuckled at her obvious discomfiture. “No reason,” he said. “Just conversation.” He smiled, showing teeth as even and white as any Lyra had seen. “But you’ve got a story or two in you, don’t you.”