Contract Marriage with the Alpha King for Revenge
Sometimes I indulge myself in a romantic thought, but not about, just a vague Alpha.
My wolf, like always, pays no mind to our contract and fantasies about Arthur throwing her onto the bed and tearing these outfits off of her. I indulge her too much these days, but it's hard to know where the line between stabilizing her and letting her run rampant is. I really hope this gets easier the longer I'm with Arthur. My panties are increasingly uncomfortable against my skin as they get heavy from moisture. Which means, of course, Demetria wants to go look at swimsuits next. I excuse myself to the bathroom to clean myself up first. Rachel, the one female member of my security team, waits outside the
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