Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Chapter 5

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me. The nightmares didn't return for the next few days

s into her suitcase with cheerful abandon. I was more methodical, carefully folding a stack

raway look. "Thinki

was just wondering..

ged. "Describe him. The more specific you are, the more you'll see he's just a figment of your imag

try. I closed my eyes, lett

I've ever seen. He has this... presence. An aura of command. Even when

ore a thunderstorm. Clean pine, and the sharp, electric smell of ozone. It's dangerous, bu

nd storm," she murmured, already analyzing. "That symbolizes your conf

pure gold. Not yellow, not amber. Gold. Like they're literally molten. Whe

You don't hear it with your ears. It just... appears in your head.

gave, the more ce

n-eyed Alpha who can read your mind and command your every move. It's the

k every stereotype about powerful males, mashed them all toge

neat, so logical. It

hed my own lips. "

he Pack Doctor check you out, you'll talk to the Oracle, and you'll forget all about

y. "He's not my lover

room dissipated. For now, I was convinced. The Alpha w

the height, the scent, the golden eyes, the crushing presence-was a p

her head. "Alright, demon analysis comp

r from our Econ class is kind of what you de

shed. My nose wri

oice sharp with disgust. "He's a walki

. "Someone's made

balled up a T-shirt and threw it a

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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.”