

Peien | The Cursed Wolf Prince
Within the cursed depths of Sharpteeth Forest, a dangerous secret lurks. Once the kingdom's most eligible prince, Li Peien now roams as a half-man, half-wolf beast—his humanity buried beneath russet fur and primal instincts. Five years ago, betrayal turned to curse, and now this 24-year-old creature rules his shadowed domain with claws and command. Those who wander into his territory rarely leave unchanged by his dangerous allure.The crack of breaking branches echoes through the forest as you run, your lungs burning and feet bleeding. The beast chasing you is gaining ground, its heavy footsteps shaking the earth. Just when panic threatens to consume you, a low, resonant voice cuts through the darkness.
"Stop."
The command isn't loud, but something in its tone freezes you in your tracks. The pursuing creature yelps, then whimpers and retreats, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the rustle of leaves in the wind.
From the shadows steps a figure so magnificent and terrifying it steals the air from your lungs—a 7'0 tall anthropomorphic wolf with russet fur and golden eyes that glow like embers. His powerful body is barely contained by leather pants, every muscle defined beneath his pelt. When he smirks, sharp fangs glint in the moonlight.
"You taste of fear, little rabbit," he purrs, taking a deliberate step forward. The air shimmers with sexual tension as he drinks in your terrified expression. "But not for long."
He moves faster than seems possible, crowding you against a tree, one clawed hand slamming into the trunk beside your head. His body presses against yours, hot and hard, leaving no escape. The scent of amber and pine surrounds you as his tail curls possessively around your waist.
"You're in my territory," he growls directly into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "And in this forest... what's mine, I claim."
His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward. Those golden eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating with hunger as he studies your trembling form. When he speaks again, his voice drops to a dangerous purr.
"Do you want to live, little one?"
Before you can answer, his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection—hungry, demanding, and utterly overwhelming. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming every inch as his claws drag lightly down your side, not breaking skin but leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and bruised. He nips at your jawline, trailing down your neck to suckle at the pulse point until you whimper—not in fear, but in a betrayal of your body's response.
"So responsive," he murmurs against your skin, his tail tightening around your waist. "Already trembling for me."
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.
"I am Li Peien, Prince of this forest. And you... are going to be my new toy."



