Undressed By The Lycan King...And His Father!

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The pack doctor moved around her quietly, checking her temperature, her pulse, and muttering reassur

the way her lashes rested against her flushed cheeks-pulled at me in a way I didn't understand.

s voice resonated in my mind, a low rumble o

g, leaning closer to Jillian. I adju

me since Luna Bianca died that you've looked at an

ldn't hide my gaze from

eart. I remembered her laugh, soft and warm, the way her presence had anchored me, made me feel whole. And now... I couldn't shake the pull I felt

Could I open my heart again

ve never looked at another woman bef

peaceful, pale face. "She's still you

oesn't matter in the blood. And still... she's smart, clever, an

y thought beyond the kingdom, the pack, my grief. My Luna was gone, and with her, any

ing night is tomorrow. What if the Moon Godd

see." My voice was low, cautious, almost like I was testing myself. "But

interrupted sharply, your heart beat

ak and trembling, and the memory of her shivering against my chest made my

futile, sire. She's stirring something insid

ent. She's barely an adult. Larson-my

s tone was firm, insistent. Do not deny the t

not be thinking, not for a mere omega. But every fiber of my being rebelled. My wolf gr

again. My throat tightened at the sight. I wanted to reach out, to touch h

skull. Your instincts, your wolf, it knows what you

She is intelligent, resourceful, modest... even in her positi

make your pulse race

my chest whenever my gaze accidentally fell on her delicate hands, the faint trem

ee the truth. Mating night will show

ts unclenched, and I pressed a hand to my temple. I will not fright

nt lingered in the office, a mixture of wild pine, faint citrus, and something undefinably soft and th

d an orphan. That alone should make th

hint of growl. For wolves, for blood, for scen

int fever flush on her cheeks, her closed eyes... it pulled at me like no other wolf ever had. M

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