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Marrying a Werewolf to save her hybrid sister.

[Completed] "When it comes to love, you can't force your heart how or where to choose. My soul landed in the dark and my heartbeats paced for a cold demon." Synopsis: Luna accepts the Queen's invitation for the Mistress selection to become the prince's mistress. But she did it for one reason, to save her Hybrid sister. But she found the royal palace a hell, a true hell with a great secret. The prince is a human werewolf. A dangerous and real killing machine. But, he is devilishly...shabbily handsome and enticing that eyes travel after him, no wonder she can't ignore this cold but gorgeous devil. Can she save his heart and make him, her husband? Can she win the rest of the mistresses and become his wife? ______ what's in the story? "Let your heart light up your path but don't fight with your destiny, my dear Luna." Why would someone like her alert Luna? Why was she talking about an unpredictable future? "Why? Why are you telling me this?" The woman halted, her palms moved up, and grabbed either side of her face, gently. "Because if you don't tame his heart, someone else would take your place, and I am afraid that person isn't suitable for your position. Because many people will die if you refuse his heart." Her hands dropped, and Luna peered into those purple eyes. "Who are you?" .... *** Volume 1: Childhood Volume 2: Love and Rage (Matured content warning) **Notice: This is a classic fantasy Romance that contains, Love, mystery, power, lust, pain... all at once. Every location is based on an imaginary world.

Naz_Mzf · Fantasía
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Chapter (234): Velator (4)

Bryant thrust a pill inside the girl's mouth and began to tend to her wound, as he guessed she burned her wounds to survive so it meant she wanted to live and it was speaking a lot.

He cleaned her arms and applied the remedy on her deep wounds when she grunted.

"You are idiot enough to play with the imps so these wounds wouldn't kill you."

He taunted and wrapped her arms with a white clean cloth when he grasped those green eyes on him. What was that? Why were those eyes full of agony? Her black wavy hair poured on her breast line as her head fell quickly. The wane of sweat beads announced that she was getting better and her fever would soon seep down. She was flawlessly gorgeous but anyway, he couldn't be duped by her charm. 

He picked the box, turned around, and walked to the door.

"Let go of my mother!" 

His eyes sharpened, was it just a simple delirium, or did she have an extremely huge concern that came to her now?