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The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Love

As my eyes remained locked into Jordan's, a sudden rush of memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to our innocent childhood days to the day Jordan told me that he would be the first and only man I would ever mate. Overcome with emotion, tears of both happiness and pain trickled down my ear as I held Jordan's head firmly. "Sweetheart, you know I love you, right?" Jordan whispered, his voice deep and sensual, breaking the cold silence that had enveloped the room. "I know and I love you more," I responded in a broken whisper. "I have fantasized about this moment for years. A moment you would look me in the eyes and tell me how much you love me as you deflower me," I said as tears continued streaming down my ear. I had always fantasized about a sweet moment with Jordan. A moment that was free of pain. I never knew it would be the sweetest and most painful experience I had ever experienced in my life. "My heart beats solely for you," Jordan's sensual voice lured me into a relaxed mood as he continued trying to penetrate me.  ________________ Jordan, the Alpha Prince, fell in love with Thalia, a common maid and a human who served in his wealthy family. What seemed like childhood affection blossomed into an unbreakable bond. The more the werewolf community tries to stop them, the more they uncover lots of buried secrets that make them realize that Thalia is not actually who they think she is. [Warning: Mature Content]

Kelsey_ · Urbano
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114 Chs

Jordan Would Always Prioritize Kayla Damien's Needs

As the lightning subsided, I fixed my gaze on Stan, scrutinizing his demeanor for any signs of misbehavior.

"It's just lightning," Stan reassured me with a smile.

I blinked rapidly, disengaging myself from Jenna's grasp with determination. I strode purposefully toward the narrow path, wiping away my tears as I made my way to my grandmother's wooden house, my head hung low in sorrow.

The Islanders had multiplied since I had left just a few minutes earlier. Jenna, who had been following closely behind me, came to an abrupt halt when she saw the unfamiliar faces. None of the women uttered a word; their sorrowful expressions had transformed into sympathy for me.