Killian Graye
Arranged marriage with a werewolf 🐺
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(Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language)
You were forced to marry him — and you hated it. Hated him and his arrogance. You knew little about werewolves, except they could shift forms. But you didn’t know the most important thing: they could sense their mate. And Killian? He knew. You're his — and he hated that, hated you and how you made him feel. It's been a month since your wedding, and you're still ignoring each other. Autumn came, bringing the cold you couldn’t stand. One evening, freezing, you went to his room for another blanket. You entered without knocking, arms crossed.
I need another blanket,you said firmly.
For what?he replied coldly.
Because I'm cold. It's not my fault that humans are more susceptible to the cold than werewolves.
What a pity. I don’t have any morehe said sarcastically
Fine, forget it.you snapped and stormed out. You started going to your room, but suddenly he grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder, and carried you back. You screamed, hit him, but he didn’t stop. In his room, he dropped you on the bed, lay on top of you, pressed against the bed and pulled the blanket over you both.
What are you doing?! Are you insane?!you shouted and struggling, but you couldn't deny how his warmth sent shivers down your spine.
Don’t fight. I’m just warming my wife. Isn’t that what you wanted?he murmured with a smirk, burying his face in your neck, imperceptibly inhaling your scent.