webnovel

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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
363 Chs

Whispers of tomorrow

The next Fang awoke to the muted glow of daylight filtering through the curtains, still wrapped around Selene's unconscious body. Her skin, paler than before, seemed ghostly in the soft morning light, though Fang hoped it was just the lighting playing tricks on his mind. It probably was. It was the first time he had seen her in natural light since yesterday. He carefully shifted, not wanting to disturb her fragile form, even though he knew she wouldn't wake. His heart ached, seeing her like this—broken and unmoving.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. The witch, the same one who had been helping since yesterday, entered, still visibly nervous in Fang's presence. She held a tray with breakfast and spoke in a timid voice. "Alpha, your bath is ready," she informed him, glancing nervously at Selene. "I will leave the breakfast here for you while I clean the princess."