The Lycan king's Bride
But the room was vast, filled with towering shelves of ancient texts, scrolls, and records of the kingdom’s history.
If there were answers about the mate bond, about why she was changing… they would be here.
She ran her fingers along the spines of old books, scanning the titles. Most were written in the old tongue—Lycan script, which she could barely decipher. She frowned, pulling down a thick, dust-covered tome. The moment she opened it, the scent of aged parchment filled the air.
She flipped through the pages, skimming the old inked words.
"The bond between Lycan and mate is sacred, written in blood and soul. To reject it is to suffer. To embrace it is to be transformed."
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