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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 · Fantaisie
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Do You Want Me?

"What is it? You want me to hold back my desire again after you seduced me like that?" asked Ronan with his innocent face, teasing Arielle to ask him again in such an adorable way.

"No-not like that... it's just that I.. don't want it right now," Arielle replied. Of course, it was a lie. 

Ronan knew that his wife was lying. He let Arielle's hair that had gotten long to her back, revealing her pretty shoulders.

"Come on… You don't have to lie anymore. You're really adorable. You almost made me interrogate William and Lucas in an unpleasant way."

"What does this have to do with William and Lucas?"

Ronan just chuckled, then nodded. It wasn't the right time to talk about that. He pulled the ribbon in front of her chest that tied the evening dress. The man then kissed Arielle's cleavage gently.

Arielle restrained herself from moaning. Ronan left bite marks there.

"What kind of touch of mine do you miss?" Ronan asked in a half-whisper.