Ideaink Six Cats

When her mate rode on another she-wolf and planned to send her away as a sacrificial gift, the betrayal cut deep and Aria felt the weight of the pain crushing her soul.

The thought of being rejected once again was almost too much for Aria to bear. Aria begged for mercy from her new owner, the king of the werewolves, hoping that he would see beyond her weakness and offer her the protection she so desperately craved. But the question remained: would she receive the mercy she sought, or would she be cast aside like a mere object?

The Lycan King's Sacrifice Luna

I watched Aria from across the dining hall, her every movement captivating my attention. She seemed both shy and embarrassed as I pulled her towards me, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent that clung to her skin. Her scent was all I needed.


"You smell so good, so fragrant," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. I felt her shiver, her body stiffening in my arms.


The betas, Claude and Callister, and the senior healer, Irish, observed us, their eyes flicking between Aria and me.


Aria broke out of my hold, her cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions. She took her seat, casting a wary glance around the table. I couldn't help but notice the way Claude's hand crept towards Irish's thigh under the table. With a sharp smack, she slapped his hand away, glaring at him.


"Behave," I ordered, my voice cold and commanding. Claude looked suitably chastised, retreating from his attempts.


Chapter 23