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The Vampire Princess´s Forbidden Attraction to the Enemy Werewolf
Author: Lola Monroe Genre: WerewolfThe Vampire Princess´s Forbidden Attraction to the Enemy Werewolf
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My mind raced with half-formed strategies and memories of home that grew fainter w
longer watched me every moment, though they tracked my movemen
led to the woods. No one stopped me. Either their security was worse than I thought
and earth. The moon hung full and heavy above the trees, casting enough light for my enhanced vision
ght bird, the whisper of leaves in the gentle breeze. So different from the calculated silence o
ic sound of exertion. Breathing, controlled but heavy. The im
ilence my kind was known for. Through the trees, I saw a small c
f muscle as he moved through a series of strikes against a makeshift training post. His movements were fluid, powerful-a conta
y quarters before he sensed me. Instead, I stepped f
tance, eyes flashing in the darkness. Recognit
ere alone." His voice w
. I'd dressed simply for my midnight wandering-dark pants, a
ed. "Or are there different r
nreadable expression I'd come to know to
you easil
anch, wiping the sweat from his face and chest. The movement drew my eyes
owl at trees?" I asked, gesturi
haps-flickered across his features
t was the most personal thing
?" I asked, taking another step closer. "Diplomatic du
held. "You know e
ed. Night insects chirped in the surrounding fo
aid finally. "It's not saf
e wolves? Or b
tightene
solation had made me reckless. Perhaps I simply wan
training yard," I reminded
There are worse th
at?" I c
ords came out lo
plenty of chances to harm me,
ed closer, closing the distance between us.
rneath it all that called to parts of me I'd tried to ignore. He stood close enough tha
I asked, my voice steadier than
to stop it." His eyes dropp
in this dangerous territory. As I moved, his hand sh
lectric and undeniable. Neither of us moved. His fingers circled my wrist completely, h
s voice rough. "Not all wolve
wrist, then back to his face.
pull me closer. Instead, he released me, stepping aw
y," he sa
d for flight. Not from fear-from something more dangero
hed me. My heart refused to settle to its normal rhythm. I told myself it was simply
o myself. Something was happening between us-something neither of us had intended, something bot
nst it in the darkness. The memory of his hand on my skin, hi