All Chapters of My Werewolf Prince Charming: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Roselle frantically surveyed herself. There seemed to be nothing unusual with her body. The Werewolf prince didn't seem to have done anything to her while she was asleep, she just somehow knew it. She looked at his sleeping face again and her shoulders relaxed. A long sigh escaped her lips before she looked around the room. It was vast and the windows were covered with thick maroon curtains. The ceiling was also very high. It was a little dark but Roselle could tell it was daylight. How long did she sleep? Have they finally reached the werewolf Empire, into the midst of deadly, ugly creatures? Why is she sleeping with this monster Prince, in such a big room.Judging from the size of this room, it somehow seemed to be a master room of a huge castle. Was there a huge castle in the very first village across the border into the Werewolf Empire? Or could it be that this wasn't the village anymore? The thought that she was finally in the foreign land, the land she and all her friends used

After the deliciously toe-curling kiss, he eased back a little until their lips were barely touching. The steamy puffs of their breaths mingling as she finally opened her intoxicated eyes. But before his glorious face could register in her blurry gaze, his tongue was buried inside her mouth again. Another deep, raw and spine tingling kiss followed. He continued tasting, sucking, and licking the inside of her mouth as though he could not get enough of her.And as he feasted on her mouth, Roselle could not do anything but feel the inexplicable pleasure that was threatening to blot out her consciousness. Something hot and sweet began to swell within her breast and stomach and between her thighs.Another sweet moan escaped from her lips as her trembling hands move on their own and settled lightly against his naked chest. A sound of satisfaction rumbled in Romeo's throat and his mouth was suddenly latched onto her jaw. He kissed and nibbled her there and then slowly travelled down the holl

"He… he agreed?" Roselle's face was suddenly drained of all colour. However, her facial expressions did not change in the slightest. "I haven't met my husband or the prince yet, but it appeared this was what the council had concluded and decided on. If the prince had not given his consent, there would be no way that anyone could have made a move." "I see…" was all Roselle said. But her reaction was clear to the Duchess. It was obvious Roselle was affected and was even probably devastated, and heart broken, judging from the dispirited look in her eyes. This was not what the duchess had expected. Didn't she hate Romeo that she didn't even allow him to sleep with her in the same room? Rowena had heard that yesterday, the prince left the princess' room and slept somewhere else. Even the servants have started gossiping, saying that the princess must have kicked him out in the middle of the day. So, what was with her betrayed expression now? Could it be that they were missing out on an

Roselle stiffened at his words but she maintained her indifference. "Nothing happened." "Look at me, Rosella." He said firmly. And when Roselle refused to obey, Romeo took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and opened them again. "Don't make me repeat myself…" Roselle finally turned, and she could not believe that even at this moment, the stunning beauty of the man before her still could cause her breath to catch in her throat. Why does he have to be this bewitching? Trying her hardest to keep her emotion hidden from him, Roselle looked at him with emotionless eyes. The muscle in Romeo's cheek ticked along his jaw but he stayed very still for a long moment, as if he were having his very own internal battle within him while scrutinizing his wife's face. "Alright… I won't ask why you're acting like this anymore." His gaze softened. "Why don't you question me instead, wife? Won't you dig and find out the reason why I couldn't spend the day with you?" came his impossi

"Evie…" Not knowing what to do, Romeo slowly lifted his hands and reverently touched her face, resting them below her ears. Her cheeks were icy cold it made his heart ache even more but what struck him the hardest were her tears. "I'm sorry…" his voice cracked a little and he then inched forward, erasing the space between them, he buried his face in her hair and held her, almost desperately. "I'm so sorry… this is a misunderstanding. Those ladies. I never allowed it. I never agreed. I didn't even know the duke had called them here." He explained as fast as he could. "Please. Don't cry. I was outside the castle since yesterday, surveying the frontlines in preparation for the war. It was so sudden as I received an urgent report informing that the crown prince was on his way here to siege the city. I only arrived a while ago and came straight to you." Roselle couldn't believe what she was hearing. The warmth of him as he hugged her so tightly, the desperate tone he was using, the crack