The Lycan's Breeder

No "Well, well," one of them said, his voice filled with awe. "Look at that. The princess of the purplemoon pack." One of them had already started coming forward, walking past the current like it was nothing, and I only stood there, trying to keep myself up from drowning. It was all I could do. "Be careful with her now," One called from the bank, his grin widening. "She's worth a fortune. The Lycan will pay handsomely for her." My blood ran cold. The Lycan- a ruthless vile bastard who spared no one in his quest for power. Who commanded fear and attention in every room he walked in. The definition and embodiment of cruel and evil. A man rumored to feed on Alphas like they were lambs. The same man who slaughtered my family and was responsible for the destruction of my pack. Oberon Thorne.