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As Sophia lay beneath Ragnar, she watched in awe as a primal energy surged through him. Ragnar's body trembled, his muscles tensing and freezing in place, as the runes coursing through him glowed with an intense crimson hue. It was as if a vibrant river of power flowed within him, originating from his heart and branching out to every inch of his being.

His nails elongated and sharpened, while his canines protruded from his pristine row of teeth, revealing his primal nature.

Ragnar's body quivered as the remnants of the ancient entity receded. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a mix of relief and anguish. 

"Ragnar...," Sophia's voice trembled as she called out Ragnar's name. 

Ragnar startled, slowly opening his eyes. His irises slitted, elongating like those of a reptile. The orbs mirrored Ymat's, an exact reflection of his dragon's eyes.

Sophia's jaw dropped in astonishment. So, this was the birth defect he had concealed all this time. 

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#completed #war #kingdombuilding #loveaftermarriage #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #princess #diplomacy #heartwarming

“All is fair in love and war”

Prince Ragnar Clementine, suddenly appointed Lady Sophia Mary, the leader of mystical healer clan, to be his war prize after protecting Cescil Kingdom.

However, Sophia had already been married to her husband of three years, Sir Arthur George, though they had yet to have a child. Yet, deep within Sophia's core, a hunger for Ragnar grew, a hunger that consumed her body and soul.

In a world where duty and passion collide, will they succumb to the depths of their hunger or find the way to resist? 



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WARNING: 
- THE COVER BOOK IS COMMISSIONED
- READ THE HASHTAG!!!
- Slow burn type love story
- Not smut centered story!
- Mature contents and R18+ explicit in later chapters, approximately chapter 60 above. 
- I give warning at the beginning of chapters!


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Undressed by the Half-Beast Prince

"Yes," surprisingly, she responded with resignation.


Arn suddenly felt a pang of guilt and softened his tone. "Have you already been assigned a master?"


"Yes. He chose me to be his property when I was seven years old."


Arn's heart sank upon hearing this. He couldn't imagine Lavatri being under the care of a master who might not treat her kindly. 


Arn continued to crouch at the doorway, facing Lavatri with a warm smile. Their contrasting postures, with Arn's large Gamaaloth body and Lavatri's petite half-elf frame, created an endearing sight.


"Do you like your master?" he asked, adopting a tone as if offering a piece of candy to a child.


"A healer girl doesn't have the right to express preferences," Lavatri replied, seemingly unaware of Arn's playful tone.


Arn laughed. "That was before you were under our protection, the mighty and generous Gamaaloth."


The Master of Lavatri ap Tewdwr (II)