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Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

[Mature Content Warning] She wanted to just end her mission and go back to her political marriage, but he had already claimed her his possession. Selene Adawolfa, the Princess of the Adalopha kingdom. Promises her father to bring peace to the village in their kingdom, by ending the age-old war, without revealing her identity. On the first day of becoming part of the Winterwells pack in disguise, she gets herself into trouble. The unexpected turn of events brings her in contact with Fang Warchild, the alpha of the neighbouring village. The most handsome, yet the most vicious man in the entire kingdom who recognises her at the very first glance. And he was ready to ruin her mission just for the sake of owning her! (The story takes place in the 90s so you will find technology in it!) ——[snippet]—— He approached me as his footsteps resonated in the dead silence inside the tent, and I couldn't get myself to step back waiting stunned. Stepping closer he lifted my chin asking again, "do you still choose otherwise Princess?" I gulped, knowing Fang would understand very well what was on my mind, all my lies would be useless in front of how well he knew every nook and cranny of my brain. Mustering all the strength inside me I whispered, diverting my eyes, answering exactly what he didn't want to hear right now, "Yes!" A vicious smirk played on his face as he lifted me by my collar, while I tip-toed barely able to find the ground, trying to match his towering height. "I don't like it when someone touches what is mine," he leaned closer, his tall stature hovering over me just inches from my face and his infuriated breath crawling on my soft skin, "and you better know that your entirety belongs to only me!" ---- All credits of the cover to belong to its owner ---- Discord: https://discord.gg/ZhjZ9aHEZ6

Eaagles_wings · Fantasy
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362 Chs

Collaborative training

The lunch hall was in complete chaos. The werewolves, as expected, had little interest in maintaining etiquette. Raised in traditional packs, living more like nomads in the wild than royalty, their eating habits reflected their rugged upbringing. They ate loudly, tearing at their food with little regard for manners or decorum. The witches, on the other hand, weren't even trying. Seated stiffly on the opposite side of the room, they barely made an effort to engage with the wolves. It was clear that both sides were too entrenched in their own worlds to foster any sort of bond.

Akashi had shown up to the hall briefly, surveying the scene before quickly deciding that this type of "bonding" wasn't for him. He grabbed a plate of food, then slipped out quietly, making his way toward Selene's chamber.

Fang's constant anxiety over leaving Selene alone was starting to make more sense to him now. Perhaps he could give Fang some time for himself by watching over Selene.