King Bailey POV
She's luring me. Like a trap. She moves her hair to the side and c***s her head, exposing the creamy expanse of her neck as my Lycan moves restlessly in my mind. My mouth waters as I stare at how exposed she is, my desire to claim her, to finally mark her and make her mine becomes almost overwhelming. But I also don't know what will happen if I do mark her. She's half siren. That complicates things. There's no telling what could happen. What would happen? It could be dangerous. But my Lycan refuses to heed my warnings or listen to reason.
She's ours. She has always been ours. We will make it so that everybody in our pack knows and so that no other unmated males dare to touch her.
We don't know what this could do to her. What if we hurt her?
The moon goddess gave us to
