King

Miller. Lycan king.

I see my mate again. I see my love, as well as the Queen. My urge to finally see my mate has faded. My sole wish right now is for her to forgive me. She’s still stunning.

Her entrancing eyes are filled with love and innocence. Her long, gleaming, thick hair cascaded down her back. Her scorching shape, her well-shaped curve, and her plump, pink round lip. When she smiles, it illuminates the entire room. I’m dying for her touch. I can’t stop admiring her beauty and inner strength. I yearn to be near her and experience the warmth of her hug. I want to be a part of her existence and share all of her pleasures and tragedies with her.

I promised myself that I would always look after her. I’d do anything she asked just so she’d forgive me and never leave me alone again.

Demon, my beast, howls in my head. He wishes to be near his mate. I take a long breath and push the voice in my head away. I know I can’t let Demon have complete control, no matter how badly I want it. I m