Chapter 17. His Lycan Bride

Darach can’t believe what he had seen just now. In the peaks of passion, his mate’s eyes flashed, they fucking flashed goldenly!

The image burned itself into his mind like fire searing flesh. The dim light of the kitchen had caught the change, the molten gold flaring for only a heartbeat—but it was enough. His chest tightened, and every hair on his body stood upright, like his beast had risen in recognition.

Darach can’t believe his luck. His wicked little mate was a lycan.

She was a Lycan~

He had seen a glimpse of her beast. She had an inner beast just like him.

Just like him~

That explains so much. No wonder she was able to throw him into the wall just by a single kick. The sound of his own body crashing still echoed in his head, a reminder of her strength. And he stupidly thought that she might be a witch for being that strong. He was such an idiot. A dumb idiot.

If Darach died at this moment, he would definitely die as a happy man. After