The Wicked Werewolf Prince

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, and yes, even a hint of attraction to the man who just went through an incredible transformation. I can't he

ked. And h

e’s laugh

nding her teeth. I see Alina say something to Celeste as she stomps her feet like a stubborn child. Although only for a moment

have to marry an ugly man. But Magnus is anything but ugly. At least

r besides him appear too

sps of disbelief, but the loudest sound in my ears is the pounding of my own hear

ck, releasing my hand. His smile is charming, and he seems to be enjoying the re

arm, but with the wedding ceremony in full swing, there's little he can do to change the course of even

I finally manage to as

l magic," he replies cryptically. "But let's not dwel

nishment clear in his wide-eyed stare. "That was quite a show, Prince. The King will

involuntarily take a step back in fear. "The King can kiss my ass," he retor

etched with alarm. However, he quickly recovers, offe

es purposefully toward us. His smile, though forced, does little to mask the visible signs of tension on his face.

like a dark cloud. I feel very, very sick as if the ground beneath my fee

resses him sternly, his voice lac

t hangs in the air like a charged current. "Alpha Zander," he ackn

gures in my life sends shivers down my s

in himself. "There is much to discuss," he states in

will talk, Alpha Zander, if I can find both the time and th

d I gasp in response. It's a boldness that surprises me, given the gravi

scream bloody murder, but there’s nothing he can do. Magnus is a guest here in our territo

ss Selene, and Magnus leans in to kiss my lips gently. This time, there are no transformations or surpris

of relief and uncertainty. My life has taken an u

ge to face him. What magic had he used to conceal his appearance, and why had he chosen to reveal it now, on our wedding day? Why did he behave the way he did