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I have been to the Lycan Kingdom a few times before, but never have I ridden in on the King’s own horse with the King himself behind me, holding me close.

I was still stunned from earlier at the memorial hall, his keen observance, the way his fingers lingered on mine, caressing my hands in a way Nyroth, my own mate never had. The way he asked no questions, only took me with him.

The horse galloped past the night guards, who bowed immediately as the King rode through. At last, we stopped at the Royal-

stable.

The stableman rushed forward to take the reins, while Lycannar dismounted and helped me down tenderly, almost reverently.

He knew I was a warrior, yet he still… pampered me?

I was lost in thought until his fingers laced with mine, firm and warm. Together, he pulled me through the Royal Hall.