Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

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lapped against the cold, dead leaves, each step a gasp for air that my burning lun

d traded the wild scent of pine and earth

could hear their saliva dripping, a wet, slick sound that e

* My inner wolf, Lyra, shrieked in my

st floor, catching my ankle. I went down hard. The sharp edge of a rock sliced into my kne

ired of

unger. Their eyes glowed a feverish red, stripped of all reason. Lo

waiting for the tear of t

didn'

e scent of an oncoming blizzard and ancient pine trees. The three rogues transformed from predators to prey in a

to open

ved out the shape of his broad shoulders and long limbs. He didn't turn, didn't

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ipping over each other in their haste

shadows clung to him like a shroud, but I could see his

were the source of every

demanding submission. It made Lyra cower and my human side fight for breath.

ger and something else, something that pulled at a part of me I had long buried.

, a purely inst

r, already cold, dropp

voice was back in my head, laced with a dark,

ough it trembled. "Who a

und that promised nothing good. He rose to his full, intimidat

d, the words tasting of crue

t my own, roared through my consciousn

in

red onto my very soul. A sharp, stinging pain flared deep within m

rne." His voice was the

of icy water. I scrambled backward, pushing my

ible golden eyes held not a single fli

e to the cold, un

mised you to me long