The Lycan King's Doomed Bride

s, and for a fleeting moment, I was lost in their depths. His neck-length onyx hair framed his chiseled face, accentuating his

erson be this

tive, worn down by the weight of his reputation. But nothing could have prepared me for the striking reality - his

seled features, piercing gaze, and commanding presence had set a high standard in my mind. But now

rrified tones, labeled as dangerous, gruesome, and monstrous? It seemed impossible. Yet, I knew better than to

This is reall

es, like a spark of electricity. He took a sharp breath, his chest ris

t a word, he gave me one last, piercing look and turned to leave the room. The

broke the spell. "My

king's sudden appearance and departure. His

asked Mary, trying to ma

o, my lady? Is that really the Lycan king or a

nerves. The Lycan king's unexpected visit

reality. "My lady, Isabel will be here soon to pr

done combing down my hair. She quickly walke

ed, her voice merely above a whispe

face. But then, I relaxed, a gentle smile spreading across my lips.

hair that framed my face. The soft, ethereal strands seemed to shimmer in the dim light, accentuat

breath dancing across my skin. "It illuminates y

lines of my jaw and the subtle curve of my nose. "And your skin

her gentle touch and sincere admiration. I felt a deep

breathed, her eyes locked

before aside from Mary. I've never seen or thought myself as beautiful. I'd always loathed my wh

o had a neutral expression on her face. After a few adjustments

e. Five pairs of piercing eyes locked onto mine, their collective gaze striking like a physical force. My

he pair of piercing blue eyes, unmistakably belonging to the Lycan King, seemed to bore hole

genuine smile. His friendly demeanor eased my tension, of

shape and shade. This younger version of Jerome – likely his son, given the

n and energy palpable. The fierce gaze belonged to a stunning woman with raven hair

. His expression remained inscrutable, a mask of indifference sh

breathtaking. It's as if I'm lookin

he table. The room's attention remained fixed on me, their piercing gazes like weight

lingering on me like a physical touch. My skin prickled, a

re a striking resemblance to

y eyes," he said, his voice filled with aw

his tone firm but gent

aze gleamed with amusemen

pression unreadable. I sensed a mix of curiosity and

o intimidated and small around them. These are Lycans for crying out loud