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Prince Greg’s POV

As Anna and I sat together, the air between us was charged with unspoken questions.

Her eyes, though still guarded, held a glimmer of intrigue as she stole occasional glances at me.

It was a blisteringly hot afternoon.

Despite the shade, the heat was almost unbearable, and beads of sweat began to form on my forehead.

I decided it was time to shed some layers.

I stood up, feeling the slight resistance of my damp shirt clinging to my skin.

With a swift motion, I peeled it off, letting the cool forest breeze wash over my exposed torso.

My muscles, honed and defined from years of strength training, glistened under the sunlight.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Anna. Her usually composed expression was slipping.

Her eyes were locked onto my body, and a blush crept up her cheeks.

She seemed nervous, perhaps even flustered. I couldn’t help but smile—this was a rare opportunity to have a little fun.

"Like what you see, Anna?" I asked, my voice swerving like it was made of silk. I wanted to see how she would react, how far I could push her.

She tried to play it off, but the signs of her feelings were all too noticeable. Her breath shuddered, and I saw her gulp, a subtle but unmistakable gesture of her inner turmoil.

I decided to push a little further. I walked over to her, closing the distance between us with deliberate slowness.

Each step was measured, each movement calculated. I could see her shiver slightly as I approached, the nervousness in her eyes growing with each passing second.

Leaning down, I brought my face close to hers, so close I could feel her breath on my skin. "Anna," I whispered, my voice soft and intimate, "you don’t have to hide your feelings from me."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

The tension between us was high, an electric charge that seemed to crackle in the air.

I laughed internally in it, enjoying the power I held over her in this moment.

Anna tried to regain her composure, but the effort was unsuccessful.

Her usual mask of professionalism was slipping, and I could see the real her underneath—a woman struggling with her own desires and the boundaries of her position.

She looked down at my bulging chest as she gulped and struggled to look away, her eyes fighting the temptations.

"Prince Greg, I..." she started, but her voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. She looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment, but it was too late. The moment had already passed, and I had seen everything I needed to see.

"Relax," I said, my tone softer now. "It’s just us here. You don’t have to be so tense."

She looked back at me, her eyes filled with a lot of emotions—fear, desire, confusion.

I could sense the inner conflict raging within her, the struggle between her duty and her feelings. It was fascinating to watch.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your understanding."

I straightened up, giving her a bit more space. The heat of the moment had passed, but the underlying tension remained. I knew it would be something we’d have to address eventually, but for now, I was content to let it stay for a bit.

"Let’s take a walk," I suggested, offering her a reassuring smile. "The forest is beautiful this time of year. It would be a shame to waste the day."

She nodded, grateful for the change of subject. As we started to stroll through the forest, I couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at her, wondering what the future held for us.

I played with my powers for a while, creating flames with my hands and dissipating it as she watched in shock.

“Why is it you keep staring but saying nothing?” I asked as she caught her eyes and looked away.

Eventually, she broke the silence. “Prince Greg, if you don’t mind me asking, how is it that you can use magic and create fire even as a wolf? Isn’t that unusual?”

I looked at her, a faint smile at the corners of my mouth. “That’s a good question. Most werewolves have some affinity with their beastly nature, but magic isn’t a common trait among them.”

Anna’s curiosity was seen as she waited for my explanation. “So, how do you manage it?”

I took a deep breath, considering how best to explain. “My situation is a bit different from most. My mother was a witch—an accomplished sorceress, to be precise. She had a powerful connection to magic, which she passed down to me. My father, on the other hand, was a werewolf. The alpha of this pack. I inherited the werewolf gene from him and the magical abilities from my mother.”

Anna’s eyes widened slightly, reflecting both surprise and fascination. “That’s incredible. So, you’re a hybrid of sorts—both a sorcerer and a werewolf?”

I nodded. “Exactly. It’s a rare combination, but it gives me a unique set of abilities. Not only can I transform and use the power of the wolf, but I also have access to a wide range of magical powers.”

Anna’s curiosity seemed insatiable. “I’ve only seen you create fire so far. Is that the only element you can control?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Far from it. Fire is just one aspect of my magic. I just love fire. It can create life or destroy it. But I can create others. Let me show you.”

We reached a quieter part of the forest grounds, where the space was more open. I stopped and turned to face Anna. “Watch closely.”

I raised my hand, focusing my energy.

With a thought, I created a small, swirling sphere of water.

It hovered in the air, its surface shimmering and reflecting the light. Anna’s eyes widened in awe as she watched the sphere gently rotate.

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