My King and I

Name: My King and I
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Rommy

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Amidst the chaos of life, I stumbled upon my destined mate. He was a vision of flawlessness, etched into reality. I wondered if this was just a fleeting dream, hoping to linger within its embrace indefinitely. I felt a deep connection with his captivating eyes, and love blossomed within me. oh, how I have longed for this moment. FINALLY. But wait. "You... You cannot be my mate," the words tumbled from my lips, a paradoxical clash between heart and mind. A slip of the tongue, an unintended confession. Panic coursed through me, and a storm of doubt and confusion spun inside me, making everything feel uncertain. "No, no, I cannot tread this path," I stammered, grappling with the magnitude of what lay before me. "Your name, please?" My thoughts spiralled into chaos; "Ria, what is happening to me?" I asked my wolf who as gone quiet "Roberto; Roberto Russo," he answered his voice a lifeline in the storm. And then, driven by a tempest of emotions, a temerity of spirit, I uttered the unthinkable, my voice tremulous yet resolute. "I, Rommy John, reject you, Roberto Russo, as my mate - now and for all eternity."

Fantasy First love Royalty Arrogant/Dominant

Chapter 5 Curfew

02-15 21:46

Chapter 1 My mate

Allow me to introduce myself - Romy is the name that's been bestowed upon me. Now, I can imagine you're raising an eyebrow, wondering what kind of name Romy is. Well, truth be told, that's a mystery we both share. My sentiments towards my name are far from fond; they lean more towards a resounding dislike. And if you'll indulge me, I confess that my disdain isn't solely reserved for my name; it seems to extend to most aspects of my life. But, perhaps I'm just been melodramatic. Life isn't the wretched tale I might have portrayed.

You're probably curious about the details of my existence. Very well, I shall oblige. Picture this: I am a werewolf. Yes, you read that correctly, a werewolf. Now, I can almost hear your scepticism echoing in my ears – "Werewolves? Aren't they mere creatures of legend, figments of imagination?" Allow me to set the record straight – we're not merely creatures of stores; we're quite present within the folds of human society. But I understand your scepticism; it's a common reaction. People tend to brush off the supernatural as mere fantasy. Nevertheless, here we are, an existence hidden in plain sight.

And here's an intriguing twist – all of us werewolves are granted a peculiar gift: the concept of soulmates. It's a romantic notion, isn't it? The idea of a destined partner, the missing piece that completes your existence. It's like finding the love of your life, your better half – if I may be allowed to indulge in a bit of daydreaming. The anticipation of that meeting bubbles within me, and I can hardly contain my excitement.