Sold to Lycan King for Surrogacy

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he vast plane. Boring my eyes into the deep horizo

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ung 18-year-old wolf who had just risen into the rank of Lycan King. I had met a woman. Fair in her appearance. The most beautiful specimen of a living creature I had

rashing down that day she backstabbed me and sent the world of werewolves into

the pack. I knew I had to do something. War against the one I loved was the only op

d enchanted them to dance to the tune of her rueful music. As epic as the tale might sound, it was half o

ngering feelings for which I constantly denied. But at the end of it all, a curse was placed on me by the defeated Dark Witch. She took away my ability to sense my true mate - no surpr

shing they had not all been a dece

of the curse coming to pass. Mini mutinies and grumbles even within the very castles I rul

and as a result, died on the night of our wedding. This had an impact on th

he curse. I was ready to do it until I heard it. After consulting with the White Witch, I was asked to take an 18-year-old female

never be as strong as their other kinds because their pure breed would be mixed with the fault of humans. Hal

rying human so the best I could settle for was an arranged marriage. Just something where she gets me a child and she is on her way back to her land. Nothing more. I was not ready or even slightly interested in meddl

child, you must return to the hum

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my sales. I was tested for all manner of things, all the STDs you could ever think of I was tested for it. It was a bit queer because never in my life had I been taken through this intense amount of test;

s trying to get my health details to see

extended platform. So there I was in front of this man with my legs spread wide apart. It was the very first time this had ever happened to me and I became very anxious. I was uncertain and sweat began to trickle down my face. My thoughts began to stray into unhol