The Werewolf Prince
The cut sleeved royal blue dress exposed my chest, revealing the line of my breasts slightly and my back, it was tight around my waist drawing my curves and loose around my hips, covering my feet as I walked being elegant and beautiful, I had wanted to cover the mark on my neck, but Nathan had insisted that I don’t, wanting everyone to see that I was his.
My hair was already done, the curls were done nearly as a tiara rested on the crown of my head, a gift from King Ned for completing the mating with his son and officially being his, it turns out that completing a mating was a big thing in the wolf kingdom, something that was respected, even by the king, especially when it was his eldest son
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