The King's Bride is the Lycan's Mate

"What are you doing here?" Heidi asked the male sitting comfortably in the darkness inside her bedroom.

"Your bed is cold," He pointed out, dismissing her query.

"How did you dock into my room?"

"Nothing halts me from visiting my mate, little kitten,"

This irritated Heidi. "I'm not your Mate-" Her utterances were snipped as he tramped towards her with an inhuman speed, startling her. He pressed her back against the wall and whispered;

"Say that again, and I'll have you squirming under me, warming up your mattress."

The warning in his tone was explicit.

"Did you go to see him again, my little pussycat?" He laid pressure on her neck, more hurting than choking.

"I-I'm his bride to be-"

"Shhh…" He prunes her off softly. He let go of her neck and began fondling her hair. "Did he touch you?"

"W-what?"

"Did he touch you, my little pussycat?" He asked again with a caressing tone. Although his voice was light, Heidi knew what he was like.

He is a lycan. He was insane.

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Heidi Berton, An Inexperienced lassie who witnessed a cracked open tomb after she missed her way on attending the king's ball on a full moon. She had no idea her life wasn't going to be as peaceful as she had thought from that night.

Rogue Quinn, An ancient sealed Primordial Lycan who awakened after five hundred years of eviction.

And now he has regained consciousness…….

Time for the levity to START!
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