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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.

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Chapter (204): Don't play wicked

Bolingtone~

The dungeons of Bolingtone were famous for numb, murky, and cold air. Hux couldn't even itch his head as his hands were shackled to the sides, the scent was as if dropping in the marsh of hell. His arms and legs stiffened as a stick, he could hear the wiggling worms down there and the mice that used to come and chew the rest on wasted pieces of his food. 

The noises here could be heard three times more than in other places while the cold made the hair on his skin arouse, sleep was a bliss if he could have it. His body was dehydrated by the rough and brutal cold, his lips were torn and the taste of blood was floating between his teeth. Closing his eyes, he heard footsteps, his headache has been worsening and he would do everything just to get rid of this.

"You shouldn't have been here!"

Huxley chanted, his voice was rough and ill. He coughed.