Mysterious Mate of the Lycan King

"Come here!" He orders.

Amaris trembles but he is her king, and to disobey him means to get her body sent home, without its head.

"Touch my scar."

"W... What?"

He grabs her hand fiercely and pulls her in, her small body hitting his firm one. He raises her hand up to his face and touches her fingers to his scar...

Her hands... Her hands feel like cool ice water against his skin, just what he needs right now.

A cold, ice water bath to wake him up.

"Strip!" He orders her.

Amaris gasps, dropping her bucket with an alarming clang and without another word, she turns to run.

The Lycan King smirks, watching her leave. "I'll see how long you can run from me, little kitten."

*

Brought into the Black Crescent Pack seventeen years and eleven months before, Amaris, just Amaris has no idea who she is.

Who are her real parents?

How did she end up in the pack widely known as the Cursed King's Pack?

Because as is implied, the Kings have been cursed. Their nights are riddled with nightmares and the day with war...



It is just Amaris's luck that on her eighteenth birthday, the Cursed Lycan King ends up being her mate and he is well known to be the most cruel of all cruel King's that ever existed.



And now, he is going to turn this little kitten into the fiercest cat anyone has ever known.