After a spontaneous encounter, I woke up to find a naked, attractive man beside me. He was the legendary last Lycan, a creature rumored to lose his mind during each full moon. It was believed that only mating with a virgin werewolf could subdue him. My pack had chosen me for this daunting task, but before he awoke, I slipped away quietly. But what's surprising is how my wolf instincts seem to be growing stronger. Could there be a connection between our encounter and my newfound power? --- In an unexpected turn of events, the imposing Lycan, a muscular embodiment of masculinity, stood behind me, his heat emanating through my wedding gown. As he breathed close, his voice like a low flame, he whispered, "Mate..." If the last Lycan were compared to the devil, I almost welcomed the idea of being tempted. --- When I bravely freed the last Lycan from his cell, little did I know that fate would later trap me within his embrace, reversing our roles.
