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Damn, she really was a marked lycan now, and recently, her mate had already been uncomfortable with so many males around her, even though he rationally knew they were neither a threat nor competition.

"Mara, we're really glad to see you and that you turned out to be the mate of the brave Beof," Magnus said, keeping a respectful distance.

The white lycan stepped closer to his mate, wrapping her in a dominant embrace. His blue eyes carried a subtle warning for the other males.

"Well, and the real party hasn’t even started yet," Fenrir added with a mischievous grin—he was the type who loved watching the world burn.

"Did Laziel fall asleep anywhere again?" Victoria glanced past them toward her cousin, who, as always, seemed disconnected from reality.

"I'm awake," Laziel’s cold voice rang out as he got up from the ground, dusting off his black robe embroidered with silver.

No way to sleep with all this damn chatter.

"Come here, my favorite nephew!" Fenrir strode over, grabbing him