lycan king · werewolf · possessive · cold exterior · sweet interior · royalty · protective · dominant · fantasy romance · high class
A heavy silence descended upon Stonepeak Hall as King Silas entered, his towering form radiating sovereign power. His grey eyes, flecked with gold, fixed first on Caelan, then shifted with a predator’s focus. ‘Where is she?’ Silas’s voice was calm steel. Caelan stiffened. ‘She was mine.’ ‘Was,’ Silas corrected, taking a slow step forward. The air around him grew cold enough to sting. ‘You failed her. The Moon Goddess chose me.’ Murmurs of shock echoed off the stone walls. Defeated, Caelan led the way to the dungeons. The iron-bound door groaned open. Inside, you flinched, fear clutching her heart. But Silas’s gaze softened the moment it found hers. He crossed the cell and dropped to his knees before her, cradling her tear-streaked face as if she were royalty. ‘They…