The Werewolf King

nced the presence of the dark lord. b

llen Alphas said. And then he moved closer to her and whisp

e doubts it. She was glad that not all of them knew they were mate. But for them seeing her as a threat, she didn't know if to be happy or sad. One wa

ped her head in the direction. The messenge

alace calls him by the name. Though, she has heard his name from one of her warrior friends; she didn't put it in mind. She never thought she would be hear today. Literally everyone in t

s amidst people she hate and seeing them all over the room makes her want to throw up. The dark lord left immed

ace. She took careful note of all the t

whatever warrior she meets on the way. Eventually she was taken through a doorway and led into a large room. She was expecting a parlor, but it was a library. Book

hearth on one wall, and two rather larg

ready been laid out. The servant holds o

e dark lord in the room but she was grateful she didn't. It gave her time to digest whatever Alpha Irish or wha

ha never said a word about her. Then obviously he was making the whole thing up or– she groaned again. He was and still an alpha for crying out loud. There is no reason for him to talk shiit abo

he colors on the spines, when the dark l

y chair as she watch the dark lord take shape through the books, the sh

eyes took shape beyond the tomes, an

that exact spot on the wall befo

er mouth "Is that supposed to impress me?" Belatedly,

tread softly on the

quite a lot to impress you." He pulled th

hat?" She smacked herself across her face as it sounded like some chessy pick up line to her. Her wolf was jubilating in her.

o her spine. He couldn't pretend he wants to be like a tatoo on her body. He longed for her presence. The few minute when he wasn't with her felt li

was different from every other lady he had come across. He has always been the hunter and the other ladies he had met were the

laid her hands on the history books and the only thing she knows about the dark lord was, he is ful