The Heir

"Because Laura," he began, placing his hand on her chin as he softly brushed away the hair from her eyes. Mesmerised by her red eyes that seemed to bring forth his inner desire. He wanted her eyes on him as she gazed at him with those lovely red eyes. "I am somehow infatuated with you. You seem to bring out these emotions in me that I haven't experienced in centuries."

"Emotions." She squealed, staring at his eyes and all she could see was honesty. He was being honest with her. "What kind of emotions?"

"You make me think about you, my mind can't even think about anything else without you appearing." He chipped in, leaning close as his breath fanned across her cheek, nose touching nose.

"I'm crazy about you." He admitted, amber eyes meeting red eyes.

"Desire you," he whispered, lips finally touching her soft ones as he felt like he was drinking nectar. He felt as if he was suddenly embraced into the bosom of fate themselves.

"I want you." He murmured, lips grazing across her cheek as it descended to her neck in a scene of urgency.

"Need you." His eyes locked on hers as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling him closer. Unbeknownst to them, his eyes flashed grey, indicating that the beast within him was amongst them.
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Erik, once a mighty ruler, had grown weary and disillusioned as he inherited his forefathers' lands. As the king of werewolves, he had everything-family, pride, power-but darkness brewed beyond his realm, threatening all he had built.

Now, Erik faces a race against time to find his pregnant mate. With danger lurking at every turn, he fears the unthinkable: the loss of his mate or son could bring an end to the dynasty that had stood since Lycaon.