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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 · Fantasi
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364 Chs

Chapter (122): Lust will burn you out

After greeting the Queen, and having tea with her. She stood up on her feet to leave them alone. She had no concern about the way Wilmore would convince the king.

"Please be safe, my husband!"

The Queen said nicely and left the room. The King was amazed that why his son was still there.

"Do you need something, son?'

Wilmore didn't know how to start. So he made a decision, to speak with his father like others did, like son, like a father.

"My mother brought Lord's James niece as my mistress, left her in the western tower. But today, instead of growling at me, do you know what the girl said at the table?"

The King tilted his head, found this conversation intriguing. He never saw Wilmore appearing to him like this. He did long ago but they drew that far thus far he carved them in his mind. Before his son received a curse by soul.