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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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Two Confessions

Peter had made sense. To take Levina whilst on my quest to see the Queen. But did it matter? Wouldn't Levina be stopped by the guards?

The Queen's guards were notorious for their vigilance. Diana had mentioned that to me, during one of the times she had regaled me with stories about the palace and its features. So, Levina might not even get through the gate, let alone into the Queen's chambers. The Queen would have informed the guards that she had sent for only me.

I huffed.

But what did the Queen want with me, anyway? My mind raced with questions and doubts.

She had talked about plans. What plans could I be of use to, in this unrefined state of mine? Or was she just making small talk?

I stood up from my seat down suddenly, to the surprise of Laura and Peter, and started to pace the living room, wringing my hands at intervals.