The Lycan King's Breeder; Calyx's Comeback

I watched as a smug smirk formed on the corner of his lips, my heart breaking into a million pieces as my enemy triumphed over my pain.



He then stride towards a cloth, using it to wipe his bloody palm, he didn't give me a reply; not yet.



Finally, after what feels like an eternity of moments, he speaks up.



“You would bear my heir” he replies as though it's the most casual thing to say. “And your opinion is irrelevant”



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Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.