The Lycan's Forbidden Craving

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... the sky

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in the scen

sence, bottled from a Thalvan warrior's blood and fused with herbs. Dangerou

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she f

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culpted from dominance itself, Prince Darian loo

staring dir

ed, resisting

like velvet draped in steel.

ft smile. "I wa

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he said carefully.

Anoth

owly, like a predator ana

es

oser now.

est, the glint of a silver pendant resting just abov

nd her, voice brushing her neck, "...why do I smell

eath c

k

Darian moved faster. In a blur, he had her against the stone wal

as inches

ed, not with hate...

did y

dropped to the cuffs on her wris

studied the runes glow

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