Curse of the Lycan Kings
For the first twenty years of my life, nothing interesting happened to me, nothing at all. I was just an orphan, trapped inside a prison of my own creation.
My life was mundane, colourless, predictable, and for the longest time, I liked it that way. Life scared me. People scared me. Hell, everything scared me.
Then Adrian walks into my life. Devilishly handsome and mysterious, the new priest sets me alight with desires I never knew existed.
It's a sin, I know, but I can't help myself. His touch is magic.
But Adrian is not what he appears to be. Our new priest is a Lycan King on the run from his enemies.
And me? I'm not who I thought I was. I'm neither human nor wolf. I'm something else. Something that puts my life in danger.
Just like that, my life is filled with excitement, adventure and more colour than I can handle.
*
I feel, more than see, as the priest kneels next to me. “Are you afraid of me, Pippa?"
A little,”I answer. It's easier to be honest when you can't see the person's face.
"Why?”
"You- you make me…feel things.”
"Hm-hm,”he grunts."And you've never felt these things before?"
"No.”
Out of nowhere, his warm hand falls on my hip, and a solitary finger traces along the length of my hipbone. My body comes alive and crackles with electricity, but I don't move, I don't even breathe.
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