The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0517" Ididn't have a clear way out of this. For the sake of international relations, I had to accept. So I did.
I Iplaced my hand in Prince Ronan's offered one and repressed by shiver as he closed his fingers around my hand.
"T would be honored to dance with you, Prince Ronan," I said.
Ronan's eyes narrowed. I was a terrible liar. I probably shouldn't have tried to sell it quite so much.
Julian, still standing beside me, shifted his gaze from Ronan to me and back again. "Is everything alright here?" he asked.
"If you would please move out of the way, Prince Julian. I would like to dance with Piper now," Ronan said.
julian looked at me as if for direction, or
confirmation.
\ Careful to keep my face a bright, smiling I mask, I nodded at Julian. — Julian saw through me in an instant, and concern covered his face. But, God, the last thing the werewolf kingdom was another prince lying to a merfolk to get me out of trouble, so I tugged Prince Ronan's hand and motioned toward an open part of the dance area.
"perhaps we could dance there," I suggested.
He agreed and with the flick of his strong tail, he was instantly moving forward and dragging me along behind him.
That same flow seemed to set the standard for our dance.
Ronan was strong and aggressive. He'd move and twist without much consideration for how my werewolf limbs differed from his fins and tail.
He pushed where I pulled. He twisted where I tried to go straight.
"It was an absolute failure of a darice: But he didn't seem to let that deter him.
Instead, he slipped in closer to me. His arm tightened around my waist, keeping me plastered up against his side. Like that, he moved for both of us, no longer simply leading, but instead dragging me around like a rag doll.
It was uncomfortable, but honestly not the worst I'd ever been treated.
But then, he started to get handsy. As if he accepted my limpness for consent, his hands drifted away from my waist, down to the curve of my ass.
I immediately reached back to grab his wrist and returned his hand to my waist.
Thank God I had my werewolf strength because he fought me every step of the way. If I had been simply human, he would have remained unchecked.
Yet even with my strength, he was persistent. Three times I had to remove I his hand from my ass. And then, once, I from my breast. He placed his hand flat I over me and squeezed. His fingers were clawlike, digging in. I winced. Merfolk men didn't trim their nails as neatly as werewolf men.
When I tried to move his hand away, he seemed to only hold on tighter until I was hurting myself trying to unhook him from me.
"prince Ronan!" I said, my disgust clear in my tone.
"I am a prince and you are a liar," Ronan growled. His eyes were glowing with anger. "I can do with you as I will." "No!" I said. I lifted my hand ready to slap him across the face. International incident or not, I did not sign up to be sexually assaulted! Yet just as I was about to slap him,
I another hand curled around mine, A familiar, warm one. The matching arm slid around my waist.
In a perfect twist, Nicholas spun me away from Ronan and into his own arms.
I That prince's clawlike hand finally released my breast. I winced as I pressed it now against Nicholas's chest.
Nicholas's arm went protectively around me, sliding up the back of my spine, to deflect any attempt to steal me back as he had stolen me from Ronan.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Ronan had other problems now too. After Nicholas had spun me away, Julian had stepped into the empty space to block the merfolk prince from retaliating.
"Let me giveyoua hint," Julian growled.
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