NOLA REYNOLDS

“Very well then, I release you from your promise.”

It was the last thing the silver-haired man had said to me before he strode out of my wood-walled quarters of the stone castle.

Why the hell had I spoken to the Lycan King of the mountains like that?

Ugh! What was wrong with me?

There were women- Sarah, Layla, the mountain city wives, - who would have killed to have his attention like that!

I lowered myself to the lavender-netted canopy bed with a heavy sigh, calming the soft velvet duvet slowly.

Should I apologize? But what would i be apologizing for?

“Mr. Lycan sir, my apologies for...