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Loving The Cursed Werewolf King

Can she melt the ice in Northendell... and his heart? Arielle is the forgotten princess of the Nieverdell, a country blessed with the warm sun all year round. She was sacrificed by her family to become the prisoner of the Northendell Kingdom because of the sins of her brother, the crown prince. In the kingdom covered by eternal ice, Arielle met King Ronan D. Blackthorn, a man full of mystery. King Ronan was cursed. On a full moon, he would lose his human side and turn into a werewolf. Weirdly enough, ever since Arielle stepped into his life, he could slowly control his animal instincts. But great power came with its own consequences. Arielle and Ronan were faced with a difficult choice: Lift his curse or lose Arielle forever.

Gigi_Saga · Fantasy
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801 Chs

Ronan Hesitate To Let Arielle Go Outside The Palace

Aimee closed the door to her room then looked for warmer clothes.

"Is it William?" asked Lazarus who was still naked on Aimee's bed.

"Yup."

"What's wrong?"

"He told me to accompany Princess Irene tonight."

"What's wrong with Princess Irene?" Lazarus frowned slightly.

"I don't know. I will see for myself."

"You're leaving?" he asked while hugging the pillow they had just used. 

"Hmm. Princess Irene needs me."

The man pouted his lips sulkily. "I also need you…"

Aimee glanced at him disinterestedly and grabbed her scarf. "Act like an adult," the girl replied, making Lazarus chuckle.

She held Lazarus's neck and kissed him gently. "Get out of my room before morning. You understand?"

Lazarus reached Aimee's face for another brief kiss. "Alright," he replied softly.

Aimee left Lazarus in her room to go to Irene's room.

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