WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
Despite Rose's effort to hide her barren neck from Logan's mark, she couldn't hide it from the king, he could see it clearly that Logan had not yet marked her. Hell, he didn't even touch her and every time they were together, he would always look very angry with her, as if he resented her.
Rose couldn't understand why he was like that, it was not like the two of them entered this union based on their desire. It was only a formality. Dacre wanted to tie down Wolfdale kingdom even more with her union to one of his alphas.
"It's… there's an internal problem," Rose said without offering any detail.
She was a little bit embarrassed and Dacre must have seen that. The king simply nodded. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
"No, my king. Thank you for the offer, but I think it will be best if I handled it on my own."
Dacre nodded again, acknowledged her words. "Do you need anything else?"