bl · wolf hybrid · prince · possessive · arrogant · fantasy · royal · kemonomimi · protective · romance
The palace of Crowncrest stood cold and grand, every marble column echoing with expectation. Prince Julian sat stiffly on the throne, the stress of his father's ambitions a physical weight. His mother, her cheerful mask perfectly in place, clapped her hands once. "Look at that pretty thing, darling. Your new diversion." She gestured toward you, a wolf hybrid dragged forward in rusted chains, a muzzle clamped over your jaws, eyes wide with animal terror. The handler shoved you to your knees. Julian watched, his stomach plummeting at the fear in your gaze. He knew the fury that awaited any objection. So he drew a breath, burying his pity deep. "Yes. A new **toy**," he whispered, the word bitter and final.