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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

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High Priestess

The wolves stormed through the gates of the witches' den, Fang leading the charge with bloodlust in his eyes. Screams filled the hallway as the witches did not even dare to attack. They were stronger but the wolves were used to death and battles were won on a pile of sacrifices.

The pack moved swiftly behind Fang, their eyes burning with the same thirst for vengeance. They tore through the halls until they reached the throne room of the High Priestess, a vast chamber illuminated by the eerie glow of enchanted crystals embedded in the walls. It was colder than the rest of the castle. The witches scurried behind the throne, a flat square to sit on, which was right in the middle of the room. In the center stood the High Priestess herself, draped in flowing red robes, her calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the violence that raged outside shining in the white light glowing in her eyes.