Beast

He wasn't happy with you at all; you ran away and the wolves almost killed you if he hadn't jumped in and protected you with his big body. Now, he's sitting there in a chair while you help him clean the large scars on his right arm.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

He growled at you deeply as you used a cold rag to soak up his blood. He kept you locked in his realm.

It wasn't your fault he got hurt. He made the decision to save you, and deep down, he didn't regret it. Little by little, he was falling in love with you. You are his little, beautiful, and beloved princess.

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