Arthea's ja touched the floor… the number 379 kept ringing in her ears.
'How cheap that Beast can be? Did he marry those many people? How shameless he is'
She is disgusted even to spare a thought on the number count.
"Then why am I chosen when he has 378 brides?" yelled Arthea.
"Alora Darling, you need to know that you are not the first one here and who knows you may or may not be the last one. Hence, all you need to do is to abide by the orders of the policies laid out by our Majesty or face the Punishment"
"What is with this sudden invitation? I think it's in our previous century we had some sort of relation with humans, now all we face is wars and threats then how come we received an invitation for the annual celebrations of their Kingdom's formation? That's a prestigious event for them, what makes them invite the Werewolves they despise?" Alexander quizzed her father.
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