Bookish Mate’s Baby Son for the Lycan King
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I accidentally summoned a werewolf king with a Halloween spell.
Four years later, he’s still obsessed with me.
Still growling at any man who looks my way.
Still getting jealous of guards for simply existing near me.
“I am jealous of everyone,”Malachar confesses.“It consumes me.”
Dramatic? Absolutely.
But he’s also the man who steals my spicy romance novels.
And uses the lines in bed.
“Your body is like a temple of desire,”he growls mid-thrust.
I laugh so hard I snort.
He looks offended but doesn’t stop.
That’s us.
Heat and chaos and a four-year-old who negotiates cookies like a tiny lawyer.
Then our son’s powers explode at a royal banquet.
They call me a whore.
Call my boy a bastard.
Demand he be destroyed.
Suddenly nobody’s laughing.
And my husband?
He’s been hiding secrets about my bloodline for five years.
“I was stupid and wrong,”he admits.
Yes. He was.
He sleeps in his study until I forgive him.
I do. Eventually.
He’s annoyingly hard to stay mad at.
Because when assassins come for our son, I discover I’m not the helpless human they think I am.
I have witch blood.
Portal magic.
