My sweet, Tyrant Lycan Mate

On my 18th birthday, I thought replaceing out I was wolfless and having my boyfriend ghost me for an entire day was bad enough. Then things just had to get worse.

My name was on the list of the 100 maids to be offered to the Lycan King, as tribute.

He noticed me the first time we saw him. He was brutal, evil, and out of control, as dangerous as flames.

He kissed me, but also hurt me.

He helped me, but also “punished” me.

“What have you done to me?”

“What will you do to me?”