You are mine by fate, Ragnar. No one else can claim you.

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Ragnar's transformation into a Halfbeast had begun—the purity of his soul and body had succumbed, emerging from its hiding place.

Sophia's eyes widened in shock and fear as she felt the heat radiating from Ragnar's skin.

She pulled back slightly but kept her arms around him, unwilling to let go despite the terror coursing through her.

Ragnar's hands hovered uncertainly before settling on her waist, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The intensity of her presence, the warmth of her body against his, was overwhelming.

"Sophia," he moaned hoarsely, his resolve weakening as she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the room was filled with an electric tension.