Undressed By The Lycan King...And His Father!

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and the room spun around me. Even Gigi, my wolf, was silent inside me. Normally, s

But I couldn't. Omegas had obligations. Rights? We had none. I h

han any summer I could remember. Every step

I arrived. Mrs. Karen Smith, a professor known to be close wit

, voice shaking. I wanted to refuse. I wanted to c

every step making my head spin. I tried to focus o

laughter. High-pitch

were waiting at the edg

ook who's here. How did you eve

they helped me. But I swallowed it down. If I said

my head. Trash followed, tumbling over

t the wall. "Did you think you

y drenched hair. "Look at her!

ll puddle toward my feet. "Is this a

lf tell you to run faster? Or a

ttle omega, remember your place. Never look at Larson. He's m

uice over me. "I'll make sure you regret it.

er, echoing down the hallway as I s

faint. The heat, the sickness, t

he mess. "You didn't do your work!" she snapped

oor, scrubbing the mess. The dizzine

hed it down toward my own puke. "You omega! You're disgusting wor

trembled as I finished the cleaning, finishing every corner, every stai

r-but it was locked. Mrs. Smit

heavier than the last. My vision blurre

trong arms

deep, command

k up. My wolf growled so

King Carlton Davis. He held me in h

, bowing instinctively. Fear and r

said gently, ign

. Secure. The dizziness ebbed slightly. I rested my head against his chest,

he murmurs of students who saw us. Every step, I felt

or. "We're taking you to my office," he said, pres

n we arrived, his expression

rlton said simply. "C

shook with chills and weakness. Larson hovered nearb

His voice wasn't angry-it was concerned. My h

I knew I wasn't. My fever burned hot

My wolf stirred, ears alert. The electricity between us

my shoulder. "Rest, Jillian. We will t

arms of a king. And yet, the presence of his son nearby

y the pull between the two stro

n the office. My body shivered violently

e. "Do you want anyth

But my heart kept racing, trapped betwe

adjusted the blanket around me. "You're

bled softly, sensing the tension, the electricity, the unspoke

es-the warmth of King Carlton, the storm of Larson-a