The Lycan King's Defiant Mate
Before I could realize he was moving, he was already upon me, pushing me to the floor.
I screamed and kicked and clawed, but he caged me in easily. He was biting the mound of his thumb, drawing blood.
I was still struggling, trying to resist as he pushed my mouth open with two thick fingers.
“This is what we Lycans call a blood oath,” King Zavan spoke low and maddeningly calm as he dribbled the blood into my mouth. “If you thought we were bound before as mates, your will is now tethered to mine. You are to do what I ask. Our lives are tied.”