The Alpha Queen's Deadly Secret
The King – a claiming –
He has marked me, then – has marked me as the one to be his next bride -
“Yes,” he murmurs, apparently enjoying my shock, perhaps taking it as awe, his hand continuing its slow travel up my thigh. “I remember you, Everleigh de Silva. But you didn’t smell to me then,” his hand is dangerously close now, his fingers brushing against the lacy edges of my undergarments, “as deliciously as you do now.”
My whole body begins to shake then at the thought of it – at the fact that he’s marked me, incontrovertibly, as his bride – his next Luna, his next Queen –
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