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The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings

Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

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Pressures

ADAM

As I walked behind my brothers and friends into our territory, my mind was miles away. 

I couldn't stop thinking about Dora. The memory of her cheeks flushed from our last meeting was vivid in my mind.

 I remembered how I had wanted to kiss her lips, not just her cheeks. The thought made me ache with longing. I missed her so much. I couldn't believe how quickly she had come to mean so much to me.

 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed Claire's voice cutting through my reverie. 

"Adam," she said, sounding curious and a little annoyed. "When did you and Dora get so close? She's tickling your fancy too…?"

 

I tried to ignore her, hoping she would just go away. I wasn't in the mood for this conversation. But Claire wasn't one to let things go easily. She reached out and grabbed my arm, her grip firm.

 

I turned to glare at her, irritation burning in my eyes. "Don't touch me," I said sharply. "Just don't."