The first time he saw her…
Fuck.
She was standing at the palace gate, the sunlight catching in her hair, her eyes wide like she didn’t belong here—but Goddess, she did.
She was his.
The dress she wore barely covered her thighs. Her mouth was pink and pouty, her chest rising and falling fast like she was already out of breath.
Perfect.
He wanted to mark her the second he saw her.
He wanted to bend her over the first surface he could find, bite into her neck, and bury his c**k inside her so deep she couldn’t walk for days.
She was supposed to be untouched.
His bride.
His Luna.
And he couldn’t wait to make her scream.
But when he pulled her close…
When he smelled her soft little mouth and slid his hand down her back…
He smelled him.
His father.
The Lycan King.
Her scent was t
