His Broken Luna: Marked by the Lycan King

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A physical ache throbbed near my collarbone

spartan room. Gray walls, a single bed, a small wa

There, on the side of my neck, was a dark, angry-l

hile I was unconscious, someone had marked me. A strange Alpha had br

vant, or a low-ranking Omega. I slumped onto the edge of the ma

rying wouldn't help. I had survived the ultimate betrayal f

d a profound exhaustion, I was untouched.

e jump back, my body instantly s

ain, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that did nothing to

like a specimen. I recognized those eyes. They were t

uit stood with a respectful de

low, rumbling baritone, devoid of any emotion. "I a

most powerful Alpha in the region, a legendary figure

len into

d me?" I managed

him forced me to crane my neck to look up. His scent, a cold, sharp

lair is offering you his protection," the assistant said in a clipped, f

bling. The document was titled: Pe

al attendant, responsible for his daily needs. My food, lodging, and safety would be provided

ace for any clue. Why was he doing this? A powe

ugh me as I lay dying, of a man radiating an aura of

ed, my voice ba

a cat with a mouse. "Because I saved your life. That makes it mine. Or would you pref

nowhere else to go. Jared and Carrie would be thrilled to se

who at least offered a roof over my he

elf to think practically. I had to surviv

the pen and signed my name a

neck burned, as if the contract had bee

raking over me as if inspectin

duties. And remember your place. As my attendan

is oppressive presenc

, my legs weak, staring a