Loved By The Lycan King
“You knew I’d be the one to apologize, didn’t you?”
I smirked, brushing my shoulder against his. “Of course. You can’t stay mad at me for more than five minutes.”
His eyes gleamed. “You make it impossible to stay mad.”
Before I could reply, the MC announced, “And now, it’s time for the traditional cutting of the cake!”
The crowd shifted, parting as though the room itself bowed to the towering cake that waited. Four tiers of white and gold, delicate swirls curling like spun silk, tiny wolf motifs chasing each other around the sides. At the very top, two intertwined wolves gleamed under the soft lights.
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