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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_ · Urban
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114 Chs

A Voice From Behind

"You bear a striking resemblance to your mother, Thalia and your strength matches hers," she murmured. 

I carefully unzipped my clothes, grabbed a white towel from a small drawer, draped it over my chest, and made my way toward the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the distant sound of the island gong echoed through the air.

Every evening, the islanders gathered in the open square, which they also use as a marketplace for trade by batter. They gathered there after dinner to listen to a variety of stories from the adults, spanning from folktales to mystical legends. Margret hadn't missed a single gathering since my arrival.

From the square, the resonant clang of the metal gong continued to fill the air. 

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