THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY THE END! think of it like the opposite of a prolouge :D
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The sun's warm glow caresses my face as I lay in his arms. I look up at his harsh, angular face, his dark eyes, and raven black hair.
Looking back, I do not remember exactly how I got here. I remember the pain, the heartache, and the hatred. Yet I do not remember exactly how I got here. To be laying in a king's arms. In a werewolf's arms at that.
Here I lay, though. Still looking at him, I wonder if I truly love him. If I truly care for him even now. To love a king is a thankless thing. Harsh and brutal and full of anguish.
I've done some things I regret, to ensure my position here. To make sure they all know what a true queen is.
I feel his hand touching my hair, he whispers that it gleams like fire. "My warrior queen," he says. His voice soft and soothing all my doubts. I hum in response.
I finally turn away. I close my eye's and soak up the sun. His hand is still there, my hair still so short that it couldn't be more than half an inch long.
His long fingers move down my neck. Sending shivers and light tingles throughout my body.
Although I may not feel pure happiness, I feel peace. It seems that is all I'll ever need.
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real chapters will be longer than this i swear, this is the end at the beginning. The actual story will happen next chapter :D
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To Love A King
Werewolf(THIS WORK IS COMPLETELY UNEDITED, I WOULD SUGGEST READING THE GREED OF WOLVES INSTEAD UNTIL THIS BOOK HAS BEEN COMPLETELY READ OVER) One of his hands skims down my arm, while the other holds me in place. Keeping me close. While he does this, his no...
