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~Astrid~ I felt something calling me, i didn’t know what it was that kept calling me but then i didn’t know what it was but i knew that the feeling was one that i couldn’t describe. “Oh my, did you see the Lycan King Dante? He looks like a statue that the moon goddess made herself.” “He doesn’t look like what we heard in stories as children, they said that Lycans were beasts that were merciless and ruthless but then he didn't look anything like that.”

“That cold, bitter woman who despises me—and everything I stand for—will care for them the way I would? You’re a fool if you believe that.” Henri bristled at her audacity, but Axel held up a hand again, silencing him before he could speak. “You forget yourself, Ava,” Axel said, his voice quiet but tinged with warning. “You forget who you’re speaking to.” Ava leaned over the table, her eyes locking with his, blazing with defiance and raw anger. “No, Axel. You forget who you’re speaking to. I am Princess Ava Killian of the House of the Lycans, the mother of the Lycans, the first of their existence in 200 years!" she yelled.

It takes a minute for Daria to realize Marcus is the Lycan king’s given name. “The King. He told me yesterday to call him by his name. We are mates.” Ariana speaks with such resolution, leaving her mother in utter shock. Ariana didn’t tell her they were mates. She thought her daughter had spent the night with the Lycan king because of a dream she had had since childhood. Ariana always wished to see him and when she finally had the chance, of course, she had to take advantage of it, but mates? Daria expected anything but this.

A terrifying, suffocating aura of danger exploded from his body, freezing the blood of every single person in the courtyard. He slowly looked up, his lethal gaze sweeping over the kneeling Kane, the stunned Catherine and Vera, and Ruth, who had just dragged herself up from the dirt. "Who hurt my mate?" His voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears. Mate. The word echoed in my skull. I was actually the Lycan King's mate.

“Maybe because she has seen the real you, maybe she sees your heart “ Ava immediately switched her worry into deep care, she is always able to do that, and that was always really hard for me to do. “ Maybe now she sees the fake pretense of trying to make everyone go away from with by using fear “ “No, that’s not it. There is something else. She obviously doesn't know anything. Just like I don't know anything about her. Her name is Elisabeth, isn't it? She has never even told me her name before “ “ Brother, I have never seen you like this before, what has gotten into you? And you say you don't like this girl? “ “ Of course not. I tell you, I don't like her “ “ She was here earlier, why haven'

And he watched her, too closely, too hungrily. Then she whispered, “You are a king, why do you care so much? Don't you say you don't want me?” His restraint snapped a little. Just a little. “I don't want a mate yes..." He paused. His eyes glowing gold, darker, intense, and also a thing she couldn't get. A guilt? "But now your blood on my hands felt like a nightmare I’ve seen a thousand times,” he growled softly. Lyra’s breath hitched. His eyes burned gold. His Lycan was rising and he forced it down.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

​"Jake, stop!" ​Avery’s voice shattered the heavy air. She stepped out of the shadows of the wall, her own golden Lycan eyes flaring bright and wild as she forced her aura to expand, desperately trying to slice through the suffocating blanket of his dominance. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped beast. Underneath the terror, a dark, primitive part of her Lycan wolf was purring, thoroughly intoxicated by the sight of her mate slaughtering an intruder for her honor. The carnal, raw lust pooling heavy and thick between her thighs was an agonizing madness.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.