The Lycan Queen

Anna May

"Please don't make me trip when I walk down the aisle. Pretty please. Please hear my fervent prayer, Goddess Selene."

Staying true to Lycan tradition, she had accepted the Goddess as the Lycan Kingdom's All-Powerful Being.

Anna stared blatantly at the full-length mirror wondering who was the elegant woman staring back at her. She almost didn't recognize herself. Her amber depths had an inner glow, her skin was flushed and she couldn't keep her smiles within bounds.

Ball gowns were not her thing. What she had chosen for her mating ceremony ensemble was a simple mermaid white satin long gown. The dress hugged her figure with a very sexy French lace neckline that accentuated her bosom and held the bodice in thin spaghetti straps. Her hair was in a simple bun, brushed up, no tendrils to hide her face and smooth skin glowed with minimal makeup. No jewelry to distract her bare neck and