THE LYCAN KING
I lied to Annatoria.
W.O.O.T. did not send her to me. I requested that she be sent under the guise of a mission.
I had to do that because she was the one I had spent the last thousand years waiting for.
But it was clear that she bore hatred for me. Even pinning her to my bed and spewing threatening words on the night she arrived at my castle didn’t work in my favour.
So, I changed strategies. With my rarely used imitation magic, I became Darius Thorne, and with W.O.O.T’s help, Annatoria was directed to my path again.
This time, things worked out differently.
Though her struggles with her strange sensual needs were evident, she gave in. And with each encounter, the sensual, the conversational and even the ones in her nightmares, she gave herself to me in a way that
