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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]

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I Was Born With The Mark

I arrived at the Lunar Palace precisely at 5 p.m. As soon as the convoy I was with pulled into the parking lot, one of the bodyguards, who had followed me to the Lunar Palace, quickly opened the door, and Stan Morgan quickly entered, blocking me from getting out. There was a worried expression on his face.

"Prince of the Nights," I humbly greeted him.

"Were you able to monitor the meeting between Gerald and the Queen of the Night?" Stan asked, turning to look at me. There was something peculiar in his tone, and I couldn't help but wonder why I never disliked Stan.

"Yes," I responded.

"Did you discover what my mom was hiding?"

"No," I said and looked at his shoulder.

"You have a birthmark on your shoulder, right?" I asked and he grimaced.

"Yes, did the Queen of the Nights mention it?"

"Yes," I responded.

"What did she say about it?"