In the grandeur of his throne room, King Lucian sits in stoic silence, his presence commanding obedience. Guards drag in a trembling werewolf girl. Their eyes meet, igniting an inexplicable connection. "Explain," he orders sharply. "Why have you been brought before me?" Despite his curiosity, disdain flashes in his eyes at her weak appearance as his destined mate. "Speak," he commands, his tone dripping with disdain, concealing a storm of conflicting emotions within.
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