Marrying the Wolven King: A Historical Erotica

King Rowan is haunted by his secret, unable to let anyone see him, even his wife. Yet when Elara meets his touch with acceptance and love instead of fear, he begins to wonder if there is more to life than solitude and duty. Despite his fear of rejection, her quiet strength gives him hope for more with Queen Elara.

When tragedy strikes, will their fragile bond survive, or will Rowan retreat in the shadows, leaving Elara to grieve alone?

Excerpt:

“Please, Rowan. Let me touch you,” I said.

“You do not need to touch me.”

“What if I want to touch you?” I asked.

“Do you want my touch?” Rowan growled, tightening his grip on my hand until it ached. “The touch of a Monster that could kill you with one wrong move.”

I whimpered, causing him to loosen his grip, but before he could pull back, I grabbed him with my free hand. Fur tickled my hand, but I focused on his heavy breathing.

“I want the touch of my King, my husband. Please, Rowan. You are just Rowan, right? Be just Rowan with me. If you cannot be free with me, when can you be free?” I asked.

He didn’t reply, but he moved towards me at astonishing speed. Before I could say another word, I was on my back with his enormous body hovering over me. His unique, musky scent surrounded me.

“I am never free of my curse, but when I am with you, I can pretend for a moment,” Rowan whispered before his mouth met mine.

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Trigger warning: miscarriage, loss of a child.

Reader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between a Werewolf and a human FMC. 

Marrying the Wolven King is a 24.5k words, steamy, hot, erotic, historical, short story. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers. 

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