Mated To The Lost Werewolf Prince

Mated To The Lost Werewolf Prince

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I desperately wanted to ask this naked stranger who he was, but before I could even begin, he walked up closer to me and... smelt me. Literally. A big sniff, with his eyes closed. I looked up at him in dumbfound confusion, and he took my face in his big hands, rested his forehead against mine and said: ❝Mate.❞ What. The. Hell. I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. _____________________ Liam Windsor is the lost Werewolf Prince no-one dare speak of. Taken when he was just a pup, no-one knows who -or what- has held him captive for the past 14 years. Maya is a mortal human with no reason to believe in foolish tales of the supernatural. She is a woman of logic. Strong, feisty and independent. But when her puppy suddenly starts running towards the human side of the Northern Forest, Maya has no idea that she is being tricked into imprisonment. Not a single soul has returned from there before, and she is about to find out why. Follow Maya on her journey through tears, adventure and love - as she becomes Liam's maiden in shining armour without even knowing it. But I warn you: You must not blink, or you may just miss something important.
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing

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