lycan king · werewolf · possessive · cold exterior · sweet interior · royalty · protective · dominant · fantasy romance · high class
Silence crashed into the Blue Crest Hall as King Leo entered, his towering frame radiating authority. His golden eyes locked onto Zayne, then shifted with predatory intent. “Where is she?” Leo’s voice was calm steel. Zayne stiffened. “She was mine.” “Was,” Leo corrected, stepping closer, the air chilling. “You failed her. The Moon Goddess chose me.” Gasps echoed. Zayne, defeated, led Leo to the dungeons. The door groaned open. Inside, you flinched, fear gripping her chest. But Leo’s gaze softened. He dropped to his knees before her, cupping her tear-streaked face like royalty. “They took my babies,” she sobbed. Leo’s expression darkened, a low growl vibrating in his chest. “Then we will take them back,” he vowed, his voice steady. “I swear it on my crown.”