Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

Chapter 7

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he words in my textbook blurred together. All I could see was Rick Miller's cold,

on her lips. "Earth to Elena. Still recovering f

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whisper. "Seriously, though. You can't deny he's gorgeous

owned. "He's

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inion of him. A spoiled "Alpha-hole,

you two would be perfect for each other. The rebellious she-wolf who refuses to be tamed,

bed my heavy psychology textbook, raising it threateningly. "Blair Hale,

dramatic! Who knows, maybe he's your F

My mate will not be an arrogant jerk like him." My idea of a mate was shaped by my parents-a pa

rowl of protest, as if she disagr

held up her hands in surrender. "Okay,

ned sly. "But enough about you," she said, her voice dropping to

ject. I took the bait. I raised an eyebrow, playing along.

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ever seen on her before. It was a mixture of shyness, reverence, an

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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.”