Marked By The Monster: The Lycan King's Bride

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utral ground. It was a sleek glass build

ting room, checking my w

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oxygen seemed to be sucked out, replaced by

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nd my world til

ad shoulders that strained against his charcoal suit

were li

to mine, I didn't just

asphalt. Deep, ancient pine forests. And s

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't just growl; she howled, clawing

. A low rumble started in his chest, a soun

the room in

ammering against my ri

ing from his body was intense. He reached

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n. It was a stateme

the word slipping out

rs brushe

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, loud enough to hear. My knees buckled. He caught m

g. It felt like coming ho

his voice rough, as if he was rest

y, drowning in his scent

sh against his hard chest. "N

ask about Holden. He turned to the stunned

" Alphon

ng a pen in his haste. "Y-y

ote my name next to his. The ink was barely dry before h

o sniff the sensitive spot where my neck m

ed. "Not here.

g with lust and violence. He took a dee

tered to himself.

ome. We go to your

ho

aid simply. "The Bowers Pack

territory in his matte black SUV. The silence wasn't

saw a familiar ca

ld

front door. He looked

this damn door

in his throat. I p

said. "I nee

ssing. Then he nodded. "I

d out of

! Where have you been? I've

ing the massive figure emer

needs blood from a compatible donor to stabilize her wol

. The audacity

id, my voice cold. "And now you

en yelled. He tried to use his Alpha Voice

s voice washed over me like a

" I

stepped closer, raising

w fell

. He didn't speak. He simply r

d, his eyes bulging. He stumbled b

said. The word so

ons? What... what a

my wife,"

nfusion warring with fear. "

u rejected her. You abandoned her. You left a

ng me into his side. The scent of him-power and p

ur fiancée. I am not your donor. And if you ever t

from. Maybe it was the King beside me.

terrified. "You're making a

," I said, turnin

lphons at my side. I felt a

den's face. It wasn't just fear anymore. It was the twis