Her Foster-Mother Had Sworn She Was Wolfless — Until the Lycan King's Hall Made Her Body Remember

Her Foster-Mother Had Sworn She Was Wolfless — Until the Lycan King's Hall Made Her Body Remember She had been told she was wolfless every winter of her two-and-twenty winters by the smallholder's wife who raised her at the marsh-edge — until the night the cook of the great kitchen at Wintersend came up to the Lycan King's chamber and refused to leave the doorpost until he sent for the old chapel-priestess. There was a sleeping-binding under the new kitchen-maid's skin that was older than her, and the binding was loosening on its own. A clean fated-mate fantasy of the last hidden daughter of the lost Northern Pale Luna line, an old binding-law from the midwife-keepers of fifty winters back, and the warm cook of the great kitchen who knew by the third day at the kneading-bench. #lycanking #alphaking