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37. A SPEECH FOR A LUNA

The only way to keep sane was by lying where he had slept while covered by his t-shirt. I loved how baggy it was, my nipples were hard from it caressing them. I had cleaned myself but I could still feel him in between my legs. I could still feel his tongue now and again, having me clutch my legs together.

I ached for him in a way I had never ached for anything. If I could just see him again, if I could just kiss him.

My fingers ran on my lips, aching for his and burning for his soft lips to take mine and leave them sore.

Was he with her?

Was he cupping her butt and ravishing her?

The images slipped in my head and I groaned.

No work was done that night, too much having happened during the day. There was no way my mind could part from the cruel king who held my heart in his grasp. Was it stupid for me to think he cared? Somehow, I knew he did. Someh

Setiyele Manikela

Please divide the werewolf age years by 3. If someone is 140, they actually look like a 46-year-old. They start aging slowly when they hit 16 years, so a 16-year-old looks 16. The significant growth starts being seen from age 60. A werewolf who is of age 60 looks like a twenty-year-old.

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I really hate this cheating sob of a king...
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