Chapter 617

Third Person's POV

Valerica bowed her head. "Yes, Lycan Theron."

The mark on the back of her neck was burning. She instinctively controlled her scent, her cedarwood scent as faint as possible.

In front of a king, any unnecessary show of power was an act of rebellion.

Lycan Theron's presence, a mix of white musk and glacier, suddenly swelled. It was an aura unique to the Lycan sovereign family, and