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The father of my son's is a monster. So what?

Notice: The history has been rewritten, even if already the you read recommend reelerla. thanks for its support!!! She was a human, blessed by an unusual talent. Abandoned by her parents at a very young age she does not know what trust is, let alone love. He was a monster, an evil predator, dangerous and older than earth with substantial amounts of power between his claws. She wanted love, family, and affection. He just wanted peace, so he met her. They were two different beings from two different worlds with a single destiny. Will they make it work? ...The wolf studied the barrier with chilling attention. Sascha watched the monster's actions with caught breath as it raked its claws over the invisible power barrier and a shower of sparks dripped onto the ground. "You promised." He accused him and despite the distance, the wolf's ears twitched. The wolfish head fell and the creature stopped trying to break through the barrier, with a reluctant expression he looked at her without moving. She had been heard. She should be relieved, instead she felt...

DahlyZern · Fantasy
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85 Chs

Chapter 43. Don't get me wrong.

Unaware of the plots and intrigues around her, Sascha insisted again. She felt suspicious inside, how was it that she always showed up when she was in danger? Was she being her stalking her after all?

"You are stalking me, wolf." She exhaled through her teeth. It was not a question, rather it sounded like an accusation.

Askeladd tilted his face and an amused look fell on Sascha, causing the back of her neck to clench in disgust.

She thought the wolf would growl at her, so she felt absurdly puzzled when he finally responded. "Askeladd."

"What?"

"My name. I am not a wolf or a monster, nor is it acceptable stalker or stupid. I am Askeladd. " The wolf leaned closer to her. As the hunter's whip was still hanging from his arm, Askeladd ended up dragging the man a couple of centimeters who even if his life depended on it was so frozen that he could not convince his chilled limbs to let go of the stupid whip, much less run around. his life.