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Transmigrated As My Crazy Alpha's Assassin! [BL]

[MATURE CONTENT ALERT] “You are like a dagger stuck deep into my heart…and I feel like I might die if I remove you apart, my little lamb!” … What possibly worst can happen when an ordinary man with aichmophobia gets transmigrated to the ancient time into a body of an assassin? Living his ordinary life was always fulfilling for Noah, but his life takes a fatal twist when he faces a grave betrayal, that leads him to transmigrate into an unknown scary world, even worse in the body of a deadly assassin, Sheoran! The only vision he retained in the last few moments of his own world was the gaze of a dazzling golden pair of eyes that swallowed him whole! Crown Prince Xanthus, the mightiest true blood Alpha was always admired by his entire pack. But, beneath his drop-dead enchanting charm, cold heart, and crazy bloodthirst, he suppressed an innocent soul that was broken and butchered with pain! But his whole world turns upside down when he confronts Sheoran, an assassin who shivers at the sight of a knife! What happens when unpredictable destiny brings two polar opposite hearts together, omitting the boundaries of their inevitable existence? Can two wounded souls embrace the warmth of their yearning love? Will they survive deadly turmoils across their path or the fatal love will exist as a forbidden obsession bordering on insanity? >>>> (Don't forget to check the review section where I am leaving eye candies for you all. The cover strictly belongs to me and designed by my beautiful artist: @Bea_Cortez

ShadowPrincess96 · LGBT+
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230 Chs

Chapter 135: Stay Alive!

After heading out of the room, even though Noah felt very anxious about the uneasy tension between both the princes, however, he couldn't defy Xanthus's stern command. Thinking about the scary face Xanthus was putting on, he started fidgeting and looking back towards the closed door behind him when he walked ahead through the hallway.

However, just when he crossed the hallway leading to Xanthus's room while still taking glances behind, all of a sudden he suddenly bumped his shoulder into someone. A bit startled, he quickly turned his face to the front.

Before he could bow his head down to offer an apology, he found a familiar person standing in front of him, no one other than Mina. She had a very contemplated look on her face and was carrying a huge pile of washed linen shirts and trousers which probably belonged to the royal knights whom the maids were supposed to serve.

But by accidentally bumping into him, she dropped off a few shirts on the floor which winced her a little.