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[Main Plot Completed]
A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end.
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Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? 

Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her?

Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate?
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Excerpt-

“If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred.

“If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. 

He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.”

She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?”

“Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.”

Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment,  blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. 

“You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. 

He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.”

She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?”

“Guess?”
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The Devil's Betrothed

Oriana's eyes flew open and found Arlan's face leaning close to her, half-kneeling on the bed, his hands holding on her pants hovering above her thighs, and their intimate position caused another explosion of heat to cause her face to be as red as ripe tomato. But surprisingly, she didn't panic—or rather, showed no outward signs of it.

Oriana was about to put her hands on the bed to support her body when Arlan's next words made her pause.

"Hold on to me," he said, his other hand supporting the small of her back. As soon as she placed her hands on his shoulders, he hoisted her up. She felt the fabric of the pants swiftly, almost effortlessly sliding under her. The entire time, his gaze was fixed on her face, more precisely her eyes.

Arlan slowly and gently put her down on the bed, and his hands moved to button her pants. He then moved away, putting away the items scattered on the bed.

Mean, But In A Good Way