All Chapters of My Werewolf Prince Charming: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clad in a furry and thick white cloak, Roselle stood at the top of the tallest watchtower at the City's entrance. Romeo was standing next to her – a sight to behold as well as he stood tall and elegant clad entirely in black – holding her hand, and watching her silvery hair being blown behind her by the gentle cold breeze. Roselle had her eyes fixed at the vast snow-white meadow spread out before them, realizing from what her eyes were looking at, that Dacria was truly a fortified city. The giant ancient walls that seemed to be made from black stones looked so formidable and impregnable. No human army could ever manage to breach these fortifications and seize such a place like this. Now that she was looking at the full view of the entire fortress, and saw what a formidable stronghold Dacria actually was, Roselle could not help but look on with wonder. Why did the Dacrians ever thought of creating and building such gigantic walls in the first place? Was there an unknown reason that p

Roselle felt her gaze involuntarily drift down and then was glued on his very evident erection and her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed hard. She had to use all her willpower to drag her gaze away from that spot and look back into his eyes. With cheeks aflame and when she saw the look on his face and the intense glimmer in his bright eyes, Roselle determined in her heart, moved her hand slowly towards his bulge. Her movement was filled with hesitation that Romeo had to hold his breath and told himself to wait patiently when her hand was taking too long to reach his eager sex. His heart was pounding so hard it felt that he would get a heart attack. She was excruciatingly slow that it took all of Romeo's self-control and iron will not to grab her hand and guide it over him where he truly needed it. As he watched her hand inching closer, the anticipation became quite torturous. He battled within himself whether he should speak out and urge her to hurry up. But his next thought was

It was snowing quite heavily so Romeo had Elijah set up their meal in their quarters. Roselle was already seated at the table when Elijah suddenly appeared again and apologetically informed Roselle that the prince would not be joining her for their supper. "Something suddenly came up so he can't join you for the meal, Your Highness. But he did promise that he'll be back in time to sleep here." Elijah r,elayed the information from his prince, keeping his tone as neutral as possible. "I understand Elijah. I know he's very busy. I'm already happy that he had joined me for dinner." She smiled at the butler and seeing the warm and sweet smile, Elijah did not try to explain any further. He could tell that the princess truly understood the situation and was glad that the royal couple managed to come to this stage that they could understand each other enough to avoid more misunderstandings. He did not think he would be able to survive his prince's wrath should any more misunderstandings occ

Roselle supported her weight on his shoulders and rose to her knees when Romeo stilled under her. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes. "Ro–" she couldn't even complete his name because Romeo suddenly moved and grabbed her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up slightly as he buried his head against her torso. Roselle felt his forehead a feverish contrast as to the cool span of her upper body, helping her clear her muddled head a little. "Roselle… oh, god…" his tone was grave, his eyes were passion-drowsed as he cupped the soft shape of her breast with his one hand. He gently kneaded, squeezed it while his mouth kissed her throat. His hands began to explore her body, on and on, she felt both his light and heavy touches alternately everywhere as if he were determined to leave nothing untouched and unexplored. "Ro…" Roselle moaned and gasped and strained at his touches and kisses. The strong hands tracing over every nook and cranny

Roselle's eyes flung open. She was sweating and breathing hard as her wide opened eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling until she managed to get her breathing stabilized. How long had it been since she last had a nightmare? She could not even remember anymore. To the members of the house of Anderson, nightmares were not just some random or normal occurrence. For them, these were taken seriously and were messages of forewarning or signs of things to come. Strangely, it was very rare for the members of the family to ever have nightmares. She heard that there were even some members who had never experienced having nightmares in their lifetime. Roselle however had experienced it once, but that was when she was still a child, so she already knew how it felt. Back home, if one of them would ever have a nightmare, they were required to immediately confess everything that they saw to the head of the family, the dragon keeper. This was a rule of the house that must not be broken, and everyone