The Prince's Dying Mistress
READING AGE 16+
Most nights I lay under the moon, bathing in it's light. Trying to get rid of this regret and self pity. Trying to forget what I have done. Trying to fight my crazed beast who had witnessed his mate's death.
Just trying. . .
Now I, 'The Prince Of Lycans' ask the moon to end my misery, asking for her forgiveness.
I never believed that I loved her not even when she had tried to convince me to accept the mate bond, when I used her body like she's nothing more than my Mistress, never believed in her not until the moment when she had a blade on her neck looking at me like a broken doll.
Her soul was singing the song of pain.
Broken beyond repair!
I killed her. . . Killed my own soulmate.
Some nights I feel her pain a little more. Now I live in the sadness that always surrounded her.
My regret won't bring her back nor will my tears...
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"Father the bastard is deceiving Rebecca. He told her that she is his mate when he already had a mate. We have to save her." Aron growled. He was visibly shaking with anger while sitting across his father in his office. Aron barely resisted the urge to slam his fists on the table between them.
"We are werewolves son. You know that we ha……
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