Mate of the Lycan

Mate of the Lycan

Josefina Wyant

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"12 hours before this full moon ends. You'll make the last Lycan take your virginity," he declared. "Only 12 hours? What if I fail?" I questioned, a tremor of fear threading through my voice. "You'l l perish," he replied bluntly. The last Lycan, driven wild by each full moon, could only be pacified by coupling with a virgin werewolf. And I was the chosen one. Surprisingly, bedding the Devil bestowed upon me unexpected strength. -- The Lycan loomed behind me, a formidable mass of sinew and muscle. Even through my wedding dress, his searing body heat scorched me; his hot breath caressed my ear as he whispered, "Mate..." If the last Lycan was akin to the Devil, then perhaps I had a penchant for embracing damnation. -- When I freed the last Lycan from his confines, I never fathomed that one day, it would be I who found myself imprisoned by him.