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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

Eaagles_wings · Fantasy
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Training abilities

I tried and tried till hours had passed. Dandeline had gone to check up on whether the others had woken up. Right now, when I looked down and saw the small bucket that had been collecting my blood for an hour now and I bled quite some amount. It was no use if I passed out like yesterday. 

Now that I was left alone, I concentrated on my wound. The slow drip of my blood as it dropped into the bucket. 

My breathing was controlled and calm. I slowly thought of what I wanted my blood to do. I wanted it to heal my wound and slowly, one by one, close the muscles and then the skin. I felt the blood rush in my veins and I imagined it to heal my wounds. It took me a few more minutes, but I slowly started feeling as if I was pulled into some other space and there was a tingling sensation between my brows that spread throughout my head. I could feel an unknown force travel down my spine and towards the wound.