The Werewolf Prince
Nathan said slowly, his brown eyes were on my own, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark between us as we looked at each other, the look intoxicating, addicting too.
“I didn’t do anything Nathan” I said gently, his hand was yet to leave mine and he gently started running his thumb over my finger, his movement somewhat calming.
“I almost killed my father, had you not stopped me, we would’ve been attending his funeral” he said keeping his eyes on me, the movement of his finger not stopping, goosebumps rose on my skin as I processed what he said, he had indeed almost killed the king, his eyes were set for the kill, and though it would’ve made anyone in my place move away out of fear, my instinct
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