MY ALPHA LYCAN MATE
He's a muscular alpha, and he must be imposing or he wouldn't be an alpha.
He walks over to me, and I move as far away as possible, wrapping my arms around my legs as he sits down on the couch next to me.
“Whoever you are, trouble, I'm not a threat. Those idiots fighting out there don't either,” he informs. “The name is Valentine.
"Like Valentine's Day?"
- Yes. It was the day I was born,” he replies, taking another long drink. - What's your name?
“Mairin,” I whisper.
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