(Ares’ POV)
Myskia was back.
Now, I know you don’t know anything about her, so let me tell you a little bit about her. Myskia Rivers was a very close friend of mine, we had practically grown up together, and now that I’d become Alpha King, she handled the affairs of all the She-Lycans in the kingdom.
Kind of like what the werewolf realm called the Luna.
But there were a few differences.
Myskia was not my mate for one. Lycans don’t do mates.
And we certainly do not have those annoying feelings and relationships.
We just f****d.
Hard.
Plain and simple.
Seriously, the only reason for any entanglement of any sort among Lycans was just for procreation, and nothing more.
Anyway, back to Myskia.
She was just a dear friend and a higher-ranked Lycan in my Administration— a position
