CHAPTER 9 – Anna

King Cian looked to be about twenty-eight, old enough that I really shouldn’t be interested and young enough that I really rather was. Of course, in Lycan years he was probably over a thousand years old so all reasoning just sort of flies out the window.

The moment I entered the royal throne room he stood up and walked over to greet me. I was taken aback by his strong shoulders and inky black hair. He had a five o’clock shadow that made one wonder what it would feel like on...