Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Chapter 4

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ands from Blair's grasp, putting a small but

ightmares are getting worse. You know they are. Only on pack

ood. "There are too many rules there," I said quietly. "Too much hierarchy. I don't want to live

eper frustration. "I know why you left, Ellie. I d

enage girls-us-grinned at the camera, arms slung around each other. Standing be

o Elder Gideon and Serena?" Blair's voice

o. My parents' reluctance, their fear for me. They had only agreed to let me go on

s this summer. An

ade to an elder. In our world,

whimper. She was homesick. She missed the scent of the deep woods, t

es," she said, her voice softening again, "don't you want to know what thes

led me. Our pack hadn't

one was appointed three years ago. They say s

battlefield. On one side was the suffocating fear of returning to the cage I'd escaped. On the other was

ograph, to my parents' loving

breath, and when I opened them again, my e

ispered. "I'

unched herself at me, wrapping me in a tight hug. "Oh, than

in my chest. I wasn't making a choice; I was walki

ng. "We'll leave as soon as finals are over! I have to let m

. I saw a shadow of grief pass over her face before she expertly masked it.

former Lycan King. He had been her mother's closest frie

mind too numb to

eeded to pack and which old friends we had to see, her

a sense of foreboding sett

king me home. It was sending me straight into the arms

e! We're going home!* Her joy was a stark and

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Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Grump Werewolf

“I fled my werewolf pack five years ago to hide in a human city, all to escape a recurring nightmare. Every full moon, a terrifying, golden-eyed Lycan slaughters everything in his path, forces me to my knees with a crushing Alpha command, and claims I am his fated mate. The vivid dreams were destroying my inner wolf, forcing me to finally agree to return to my pack for the annual Pack Run to seek a cure. But right before my flight home, I accidentally bumped into Rick Miller, the most arrogant, tyrannical Alpha on our college campus. He looked down at the coffee spilled on his expensive leather jacket with pure disdain, publicly humiliating me in front of the entire airport. "Do you have any idea what this jacket costs? Never mind. It's not like you could afford to replace it." As he coldly insulted me, a terrifying realization suddenly froze my blood. He smelled exactly like the ancient pine and storm from my nightmares, and his brief touch sent a mate's electric spark straight to my soul. How could this cruel, spoiled campus bully possibly be the legendary, terrifying Lycan King who haunted my every sleeping moment? As he turned and boarded his private jet, I looked down at my trembling hands and realized the horrifying truth. My trip back to the pack wasn't a journey to heal my trauma. I was walking straight into the cage of the very monster I had spent five years trying to outrun.”