The Lycan King's Female Alpha Mate

Arlo

w his tracks. Immediately my male mate dashed into the forest, I followed him behind. I could not let him go so easily, not with all the million and one questions I had to ask. A male mate? Really? I continued to curse in annoyance. Did the goddess really want to punish me in such a manner? What had I ever done to dese

ut I was snatched by other dignitaries and forced to join them on the high table where I gracefully drank myself to stupor. I tried to

ffect of the alcohol that sharpened my sight. What I do know is that one of the above caused me to sight the little boy from where I stood. I knew that I had to seize the chance and follow him. I had to know him. Who he was, where he came from. I needed to kno

llow it either ways. It was the first strange thing about him. How could such a good looking male embrace such a feminine scent? It was one of the questions whose answers I would be prov

ead, I found an open window. I had not intended to peep in, but I ended up doing so. I found the boy there, planted in front of a rusty and dusty mirror. He did and said nothing for almost thirty minutes. Yes continually tilted his head from the left to the right, over and over again, examining something I could no

and my entire body followed suit. I gulped hard on my saliva to dampen my dry throat. On his chest were breasts as full and as round as a young girl's. His two breasts stood firm and... beautiful. I could not believe my eyes. I scrubbe

watched him.. I still had to call him a "him" because I wasn't quite sure what he was yet. Whether I was blind, too drunk, or the goddess had created a

f it was the alcohol, why was my wolf reacting to her body? Why was there a pool of desire twirling in my stomach? Now fully n