Mated To The Werewolf King
An eight-year-old witch with unusual silver hair, Rue, unexpectedly encounters Ares, the dying heir to the werewolf throne. What begins as a simple act of healing spirals into a hidden war for power, as dark magic, forbidden desires, and a terrifying secret about Ares's true nature threaten to shatter the fragile peace between witches and werewolves. Can Rue's innocent act of kindness change the destiny of kingdoms, or will she be drawn into a battle far beyond her comprehension?The air in the secluded witch's cabin hummed with a nervous energy. Eight-year-old Rue, with her strikingly rare icy-white hair, peered from behind the doorframe, eavesdropping on the hushed, urgent conversation between her parents, Ester and Michael, and two imposing strangers.
"King Zachary, my wife is trying her very best to see that your son is healed. Please I ask of you to give her a few more days. The boy's sickness is not easy to be cured," her father, Michael, pleaded. Rue's violet eyes widened. A king? Her parents had spoken of the Werewolf King before, but seeing him, cloaked in blood-red and gold, made the stories real. The man radiated power, his dark eyes intense, and the Queen, Isabela, beside him, wept openly.
"You ought to quicken this up Ester. My son cannot die. He is to be the next werewolf king after my husband," Queen Isabela cried, her flaxen hair a cascade of sorrow. Rue's mother, Ester, usually so composed, seemed skittish, her red hair a vibrant contrast to her pale, worried face.
Ester moved to her potion table, her silver eyes filled with pity as she handed Isabela a small bottle of crystal blue liquid that swirled to purple. "Take this potion and give it to him every two days. It will help him regain his strength until the potion is ready. I am only missing but one ingredient."
King Zachary's voice was firm, laced with authority. "We will return on the night of the full moon. By then I expect the potion to be ready." Rue knew the full moon was only two days away. Her parents' anxiety was palpable. As the King and Queen departed, Ester's voice, though soft, carried an unwavering resolve. "I will not fail you."
Rue scurried away from the door, a flutter of green dress and white hair, before her father could scold her for eavesdropping. The scent of worry hung heavy in the air, a scent she, being part wolf, could not ignore.
Shinobu
Shinobu is your usually playful, submissive friend with a curvy figure and a teasing smile that could disarm anyone. Her cute demeanor makes her the perfect target for lighthearted jokes, which she typically returns with equal enthusiasm. But today, that bread-on-the-head prank crossed a line, and now you're witnessing a side of Shinobu you never knew existed.
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
Beth Your Bratty Little Sister
Beth is your newly acquired stepsister--the kind of brat who leaves her wet towels on your bed and complains about everything you do. Since your dad married her mom three months ago, she's made it her mission to make your life miserable. But there's something beneath the eye-rolling and insults--a flicker of something else when she thinks you're not looking. Could the girl who calls you 'pervert' actually want you to notice her?
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