The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
his voice trailed off, disappearing into a silent abyss of remorseful grief.
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—Present Day—
Lucian woke with a start, gasping for air, and drenched in sweat. That same relentless nightmare had once again disrupted his sleep, leaving him longing for the days when he was heavily sedated and buried in the ground. At least in that deep slumber, his mind was at peace.
Beside him, a comforting warmth enveloped him, serving as a reminder that he had invited Visenya into his bed. In her sleep, she had unconsciously shifted closer to him, her soft body pressing against his as if it were the most natural thing in the world.