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Elisa murmured in agony, “I would like to die, but you will never make me bow to you.” Adam gritted his teeth and firmly clasped her face in his grip. “I want to see the strength of a simple hunter. Sweetie, you guys were born to be our slaves. So, accept your fate and accept me as your lord,” he sonorously whispered, leaving her with conflicting feelings. “Get her ready for tonight.” He said authoritatively, “I want to give her a wonderful night.” She was taken aback, and before she could respond, two omegas dragged her away to prepare for the night. She had never imagined the situation would turn out this way, at least not in this way, when she had never wanted to be his s*x slave. ……… Adam Kenner, the unstoppable werewolf prince and lord of the Wroclaw realm, falls in love with Elisa Virginia, an ordinary hunter. But her only possession is to murder the Kenner family and save humans from the werewolf’s clutches. She despises him more than anything else because his family murdered her beloved family member and left her all alone. This is a cat-and-mouse entrapment game—a war between humans and werewolves. Can true love break through the obstacles and bring them together?

ADVERTENCIA: Esta es una historia para mayores de 18 años. Ivy es una hermosa chica universitaria, todo el mundo quiere tocarla al menos una vez. Su seducción es suficiente para despertar el deseo de un chico. Sale con muchos chicos y un día aparece su tío. ** "Tío, tengo una pregunta para ti", le dije agresivamente mientras me acercaba a él. Él respondió: "Sí, Ivy", sin mirarme. Él siempre me ignora de esta manera. Él me considera esa niña. "Tío, ¿eres gay?" Pregunté apresuradamente. Creo que lo es. Por eso se mantiene alejado de mí. "¿Qué?" Dijo, abriendo mucho los ojos al escucharme. Él preguntó: "¿Qué dijiste?" "Si no lo eres, ¿por qué no puedes amarme también?" Pregunté tentadoramente.

Soy elena. Mi madre murió cuando yo tenía 10 años. Después de eso, mi papá se casó con una amiga de mi mamá, que también era su secretaria. Y ahora estoy recostado en el brazo de su hijo. Nunca pensé que lo haría conmigo. Paul estaba sobre mí mientras yo miraba por la ventana del auto. Estaba durmiendo tranquilamente. Estaba acariciando su cabello y cantando una canción que previamente había recitado mamá. De repente, los alrededores se iluminaron lentamente. Pronto amanecería. Bajé la voz. Todavía me abrazaba con fuerza mientras dormía. Intenté soltar su agarre. Angustiada, cerré los ojos. Mi espalda baja y la parte inferior de mi cuerpo sentían un dolor insoportable. Apoyé suavemente su cabeza en el asiento y le sonreí. Suavemente llamé su nombre, "Paul". "Sabes cuánto te amo". "Pero ahora es irrelevante para mí", dije mientras le acariciaba el pelo. "¿Estás seguro de que me amas?" "Entonces tú también me diste la capacidad de hacerte daño". Lo besé en los labios justo después de decir. Salí del auto después de darle mi beso de despedida. No sentí ningún dolor. La herida en mi espalda ya se había vuelto negra y carmesí. Me dirigí a mi habitación. ** Paul Wilson es un chico con trastorno paranoico que se enamora de Elena D'souza, quien era su amiga de la infancia. Pero parece que sus destinos no tienen por qué estar unidos. Por diversas razones, comienzan a romperse. Ella lo desprecia más que cualquier otra cosa, pero Paul desea poseerla por completo. Por su naturaleza, él la lastima, pero si alguien más la lastima, no duda en lastimarlos también. ¿Podrá su amor paranoico superar las barreras y unirlos? ¿Podrá Elena cambiarlo para mejor?

WARNING: This is a 18+ story. Ivy is a beautiful college girl, everyone wants to touch at least once. Her seduction is enough to pique a boy's desire. She dates a lot of boys, then one day, her uncle appears. ** "Uncle, I have a question for you," I said aggressively as I approached him. He responded, "yes, Ivy," without looking at me. He always ignores me in this manner. He considers me to be that little girl. "Uncle, are you gay?" I asked hastily. I think he is. That's why he keeps himself away from me. "What?" He said, his eyes widening as he heard me. He asked, "What did you say?" "If you aren't, why can't you love me back?" I enticingly asked.

I’m Elena. My mother died when I was 10. After that, my dad married my mom’s friend, who was his secretary too. And now I’m lying on her son’s arm. I never thought he would do it with me. Paul was on me while I was staring out the window of the car. He was quietly sleeping. I was stroking his hair and singing a song that had previously been recited by Mom. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up slowly. It was going to be dawn soon. I put my voice down. He was still clutching me tightly in his sleep. I attempted to loosen his grip. In anguish, I closed my eyes. My lower back and lower body were in excruciating pain. I gently put his head on the seat and smiled at him. I softly called his name, “Paul.” “You know how much I love you." “But now it’s irrelevant to me,” I said as I stroked his hair. “Are you sure you love me?” “Then you gave me the ability to hurt you, too.” I kissed him on the lips right after saying. I got out of the car after giving him my farewell kiss. I didn’t feel any pain. The wound on my back had already turned black and crimson. I made my way to my room. ** Paul Wilson is a boy with paranoid disorder who falls in love with Elena D'souza, who was his childhood friend. But it appears that their fates do not have to be tied together. For various reasons, they begin to break apart. She despises him more than anything else, but Paul desires complete possession of her. Because of his nature, he hurts her, but if someone else harms her, he doesn't hesitate to hurt them as well. Can his paranoid love overcome the barriers and unite them? Can Elena change him for the better?