The Lycan King's Pampered Bride

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ost luxurious hotel in Blackwood City. Ferne had booked me an

ore sunglasses to hide my identity as I stepped i

t to slide shut, an ebony c

y were... golden. Like molten gold, sharp with a p

t that did nothing to hide the raw power radiating from him. The

followed him in, but he was a

hen to the almost imperceptible stiff

ve space. His scent-sharp and clean, like pine and i

ning. Danger. This was an Alpha of immense pow

gaze on me, as tangible as a physical touch. It was invasive, predatory-the kind

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hung loose at his side, fingers long and elegant, the kind of hands that looked equally capable of cruelty and

iness admiring. But for a fraction

double, as if he'd caught me looking. I snapped my

ith myself. This man could kill you without br

retched. The e

floors. Five

gh-low, measured, and un

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here. I hadn't told my father. I hadn't told Jared. I was wearing sunglasses an

thless, sharper than I intend

intensity that made my skin prickle. No explanation. No acknowledgment of the question a

chimed. The d

at that stretched too long, the corner of his mouth shifted-not quite a smi

steppe

etween myself and that man. I hurried toward the salon's recep

him in, I caught a whisper-not meant fo

hem muttered, then cut off sharply as

was just a strange encounter. My only

e first time in the presence of another Alpha,

I didn't w

ed me inside, the door closing behind me

ing a deep, shuddering breath,

ew my

ognize me. I'd been gone for six years. I'd changed. I'd grown. I

chest, feeling the err

hy did he have such a t

ten. To breathe. To push t