Her Lycan's Mate

without a fight. The rogue wolves stared her dow

nd. The red wolf ran, along with a silver wolf. Once Lacey had regained her bearings, she grabbed another wolf an

huge, white wolf morphed and phased, pulling himself back together until a very muscular man with long b

en he ran his hand through his perfect hair, biting his lower lip as he looked her up and do

be a whole lot easie

where she had hidden her clothes, but the same white wolf rushed up beside her and cut her off. He planted both of his massive paws into the lichen and dug in. Then a low growl e

succumb, and pushed past him. But he stepped in front of her

his hand on his chin, looking Lacey over, obviously considering. "But I guess you're not the woman I thou

iously wanting him as her mate.

nfuriating her. Here, she didn't even know this cocky so

fill her vision and shimmers ran down her arms and over her body, morphing a

o a respectable woman. "Then she turned around and walke

of pain throughout the back of her head and down her back, bringing her to a

y again." His beatific face contorted into something demonic as a guttural growl erupted from deep within his chest. He grabbed at her, but she flipped him over her shoulder, and he landed flat on his back. Then she ran as

She had no idea who the other guy was, but he was obviously the Alp

ad to get home before that sadistic shifter caught up with her. She wasn't into dominance

who hadn't taken clothes with them. In a Pack, nudity was no big deal... especi

pfa

felt that way. Even though the public saw her as Princess Taregan, the daughter of an Alpha, she was never treated as such. Or at least her fa

e maids, asked as she ner

rry up the stairs, strip off her cutoffs and crop top, and take a

robe in her hand and then nodded across the room. And there, on the other side of the Gr

it on. Her stepfather expected a level of civility and decorum in