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?
Tension II
At Sinclair's question, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering about the edge in his voice, an edge that was barely there. I wasn't sure he was even aware of it.
We had both agreed that personal questions were off the bet. And that had been the reason why I hadn't asked him about the thriving issue between him and Raul. Yet, here he was talking about I and Raul like we had something going, like he was curious about knowing what exactly we had going on.
I ignored him.
"I want to go to college when I'm done here, or rather I want to use it as an avenue for exploring the world, before taking up my responsibility. But my parents want me to take up my responsibility after school."
I stopped my movement then and then looked at Sinclair in shock. He had answered my question, the first I had asked him earlier after the principal's office. I had asked him what his plans were after school, and he had told me that he hadn't owed me an answer.