Claimed By The Lycan King
I knew they feared me, everyone did, but their concern for the kingdom’s future often made them braver than they should be at times.
Elder Gregor spoke again. “Your Majesty, the future of the Lycan Kingdom depends on the continuation of your bloodline. Regardless of her flaws, Lyra is still a virtuous young woman of noble blood. She could bear you an heir.”
I leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes at him, my eyebrow furrowing. “And what makes you think I care about virtue? Or noble blood, for that matter? I need a Luna who can rule beside me, not a weakling.”