Aria’s POV Pain radiates through my shoulders, like a weight pressing down on me. I try to move, but it only worsens the ache. My mind is a jumbled mess, thoughts swirling like a maelstrom. Suddenly, memories flashback - the prince's ferocious werewolf form, its razor-sharp claws, its piercing gaze, and its jaws wide open in a snarling snout, ready to devour me. I snap my eyes open, and my heart races as I take in the sight of a stunningly handsome man, his expression a mix of worry and apprehension etched across his face. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice shaking as I took in the grandeur of the room. "You're in my room," The handsome man replied, his deep voice calm and soothing. "You're safe now." I jolted upright, my heart racing, and demanded, "What happened? How did I get here?" As I spoke, his expression turned grim, and he reached out to brush the hair out of my face, his fingers grazing my skin. I flinched at the gentle touch, but my eyes never left him, an
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