[MIKHAIL]
An offer.
A reality.
An actual truth that was staring right back at him.
Agustin Fedorov had been through enough shit in his entire life that nothing was supposed to surprise him anymore.
And yet when his Erasthai made the offer to sit on his lap, the Lycan king stared at him like there was something wrong.
It was like his brain had short-circuited as he stared at the alpha he could have sworn wanted him dead barely hours ago.
This was some sort of illusion for him, because there was just no freaking way that Mikhail— his Misha— would make such a bold offer and not take it back.
"Wh—" Agust struggled to voice.
Mikhail just smiled at him, like this was nothing.
But was it nothing when the king couldn't think straight? When the lavender scent was suddenly all that he could breathe in? Did this alpha know what he was triggering with an offer so simple?
