The Marked Mate of the Lycan King.

me

body above me, smelled the scent of rich, expensive leather and something fiercely powerful-like ancie

I could even whimper, I was hauled upright, not gently, but with the painful force used

ur Majesty," a voic

had seen subdue Damon. His expression was cold and utterly terrifying.

metrius

er of muscle sheathed in dark, reinforced leather armor. He moved with the focused stillness of a p

ittle and charged, like a

and beautiful, but chillingly devoid of emotion. He didn't look at me

the title leaving his lips like a smear of dirt. He allowed his

was now laid bare before the most powerful be

ld, intoxicating power. It was everything Alpha Damon had pretended to be, magnified a thousand times.

, bloody words echoed: Killer. Silver-Eyed. I was

at the walls I had spent four years rebuilding against

ge. The command was brutal, scraping

it behind the dead, hollow feeling of my broken mate mark. I had nothing left but

't encountered such fierce resistance from anyone in hi

s threat more terrifying than a shout. "The survival of my

esty," I forced out, my voice a painf

s slits. "Foolish and defiant

, seizing my chin and forcing my gaze to lock with his. His right hand released Rhys's hold and

the wor

of contact, racing through my veins and slamming against my chest where the dead Mate Mark lay. The pain was excruciatin

ieked through my s

resistible, soul-deep magnetism pulled me violently toward him. He was mine. The King

d, previously an instrument of war, recoil in absolute, white-hot shoc

on lasted only a sing

as if I were a poisoned corpse. I stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a painful thud

o, no

They were not tears for my old pack, but for the utter devastation of t

. His iced-honey eyes were blazing with a cold, terrifying fury. He sta

unable to voice the prayer. Why grant me a mate only t

t look away from my broken form. His voice, when he finally spo

eage," he spat. He forced his control back, straightening his frame. The fur

be harmed, not yet. She has knowledge I require." He paused, his

oner, and she is my property now. See that she

olen chattel. The King had taken me. My life in the dregs was over, replaced by a terrifying journey into the heart of his ene