The Fated Mate of the Ruthless Lycan Prince

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passenger door, as far from Conrad as I could get in the enclosed space. I stared out the window,

oken anger and my own simmering resentment. Several times, I felt his gaze on me, heavy and intense

us growl of frustration and possession. It did not understand why its mate was being r

of the Lycan lands gave way to the more manicured territory of the Blackwood pack. Soon,

iting on

n surprise. A flash of something dark-jealousy, suspicion-crossed his

d Bradford, not just in size, but in sheer presence. The air around him vibrated with

d. His eyes were locked on me as he

His voice was pitched perfectly, full of heartfelt

y went rigid. The feel of his arms around me, the scent of him filling my senses, made my

smell

pice, there was another fragrance. A faint,

dt, my sis

derous rage surging through my veins. He had come

hand and patted his back, playing the part of the

sed over his chest, his face an unreadable mask of stone. But I saw the way his golden

nd he was watching another male try to cover it, to reclaim me. It was the

t a possessive hand on my arm. He turned to

ng with false sincerity. "Thank you for bri

vel the length of Bradford's body, from his polished shoes to his perfectly coi

said, his voice soft, yet car

a thing, an object. And he had mocked Bradford's inability to con

mottled red. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, speechles

the engine. Before the tinted window slid up, his eyes met mine one last time. The look in them

ne, leaving a cloud

dford's face. The humble smile vanished, replaced by a cold, ugly sneer. H

he said, his voic

ed me forward, dragging me up the po

h a deafening bang, sealing us in t