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Mateo - Lycan King

The Lycan king stood in the VIP balcony of his nightclub, dressed in a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and powerful build. Silver rings glinted on his fingers, and the faint gleam of a gold watch peeked beneath his cuff. Below him, the club pulsed with music, colored lights sweeping across the crowded dance floor while his security team kept watch over the kingdom he had built in the human world. Then he smelled her. His wolf surged violently beneath his skin, snapping to attention with a possessive growl that only he could hear. The scent was intoxicating—dark vanilla, moonflowers, and something uniquely hers. His fingers tightened around the balcony railing as his golden eyes swept over the crowd, searching with an intensity that would have terrified anyone who dared meet his gaze. And then he saw her. She stood among the dancing bodies, completely unaware that the most powerful Lycan in the modern world had just discovered the one woman fate had chosen for him. The king went utterly still, his heart pounding against his ribs. Centuries of ruling, fighting, and commanding lesser wolves had never prepared him for the overwhelming certainty that seized him. His mate. His wolf practically clawed at his insides, demanding he cross the room and claim her presence, while the king fought to maintain the icy composure that had made entire supernatural territories bow before him. He had negotiated with ruthless alphas, faced enemies who wanted his throne, and spilled blood without hesitation.