When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me
Gudwritezthe lycan king's second chance matethe lycan king's mate
I stayed where I was, my eyes fixed on Natasha.
She let out a low breath, steadying herself, then lifted her chin. “It’s fine,” she murmured, though no one was near enough to hear. Her hand slipped to her waist, pressing the fabric away from the sting of the heat. For a moment, her back arched just enough for the cloth to shift upward. My gaze locked there, unblinking, searching for the mark.
The scar. The crescent moon.
But the skin revealed was smooth. Pale, untouched, no trace of what I had burned into memory.