The Lycan King.
King Miller’s point of view.
I locked my gaze on my lovely mate’s stunning blue eyes. Her face is oval, and she has sparkling blue eyes.
Her eyes are small and square, and her lips are full and rosy. Her hair is long and thick, and she looked radiant. I wanted to reach out and touch it. My Lycan begs me to let him take over so he may meet his mate, but he becomes depressed when she rejects him and tells us she loves another wolf. She desired to depart from us.
"You are to blame. You turned her against us. Why did you slap her?" he moans in agony.
"Do you not hear her? She has rejected us. She confidently declares that she doesn’t need us. She refused to have anything to do with me. She has rejected us." This drives both me and my Lycan insane. It sucked, as I felt a pi
