Slave Mate of the Cursed Lycan King
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“You smell like you’re afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid, Your Majesty,”
Lie.
His gaze drops to her lips, lingering there. “Then what are you feeling?”
She cannot answer.
Her pulse does it for her, loud and frantically beating. The air between them tightens as he leans in slowly, deliberately, as though giving her every chance to step away. His forehead brushes hers, his breath warm against her mouth, carrying the faintest trace of danger.
“Tell me to step back,” he murmurs, the words brushing her skin.
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes. Instead, her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without meaning to. A low sound escapes him, rough and strained, and his hand settles at her waist, holding her as though she is both precious and perilous.
His thumb moves in a slow circle through the thin fabric of her dress, sending heat spiraling through her. Her breath stumbles, her legs weaken, and when his lips brush the corner of her mouth intensely, the world tilts violently off its axis.
*
Amaris Hanxton grew up as a servant in a house that was never hers. On the night she turns eighteen, her wolf awakens and the secrets her adoptive family buried begin to surface, followed by a summons to the palace she was never meant to survive.
Hunter Axton, the cursed Lycan King, rules a kingdom that fears him more than it honors him. Bound by prophecy and a dying bloodline, he is forbidden from claiming a mate until the curse is broken.
When Amaris arrives, she is meant to be ordinary, but fate disagrees. As desire collides with danger, one question remains... Will Amaris flee the man who could destroy her, or choose the one she was destined to save?
“I’m not afraid, Your Majesty,”
Lie.
His gaze drops to her lips, lingering there. “Then what are you feeling?”
She cannot answer.
Her pulse does it for her, loud and frantically beating. The air between them tightens as he leans in slowly, deliberately, as though giving her every chance to step away. His forehead brushes hers, his breath warm against her mouth, carrying the faintest trace of danger.
“Tell me to step back,” he murmurs, the words brushing her skin.
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes. Instead, her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without meaning to. A low sound escapes him, rough and strained, and his hand settles at her waist, holding her as though she is both precious and perilous.
His thumb moves in a slow circle through the thin fabric of her dress, sending heat spiraling through her. Her breath stumbles, her legs weaken, and when his lips brush the corner of her mouth intensely, the world tilts violently off its axis.
*
Amaris Hanxton grew up as a servant in a house that was never hers. On the night she turns eighteen, her wolf awakens and the secrets her adoptive family buried begin to surface, followed by a summons to the palace she was never meant to survive.
Hunter Axton, the cursed Lycan King, rules a kingdom that fears him more than it honors him. Bound by prophecy and a dying bloodline, he is forbidden from claiming a mate until the curse is broken.
When Amaris arrives, she is meant to be ordinary, but fate disagrees. As desire collides with danger, one question remains... Will Amaris flee the man who could destroy her, or choose the one she was destined to save?
