The Demon King And His Forbidden Werewolf Queen
I nodded my head, removing my jeans and I also gave it to her.
“I am almost jealous of those curvy hips,” she said, smiling at me. I chuckled, shaking my head at her. We both have the same figure, just that I am a bit more curvy. Well, perks of being a werewolf. We females have curvy bodies, but the queen of them all is Octavia. Well, she is queen, so I get it’s justifiable.
“Okay, keep your arms out and your head up,” she said. I sighed, doing as she said, and I knew this is going to be the longest hour of my life, but I better get used to it. This is my life now.
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