"My King," the overseer stammered, dropping into a deep bow. "She just lost her fight. She's meant for the mines-"
The Lycan King? The ruler whose name struck terror into the hearts of warriors? I suddenly found it hard to breathe, but not from my pretended injuries. His scent hit me then, overwhelming and intoxicating, and My wolf suddenly pushed forward with such force that I nearly lost my careful mask.
No. No, this couldn't be happening. My wolf's whispered confirmation made my blood feel cold.
Mate.
The Moon Goddess had given me a second chance at a mate bond with the most dangerous wolf in existence.
And I was supposed to be nothing but a weak, cursed omega.
