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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

"Lord Rainier?" she called out, moving forward in an attempt to free herself, but Lucian's free hand circled around her waist, pulling her back firmly against his chest.

She could feel his breath over her head, his wild heartbeat thumping against her back, sending a shiver down her spine. This was more than just being close—why wasn't he letting her go?

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice edged with confusion.

"I don't want you to leave," she heard him say, his deep voice resonating straight through to her heart.

Her brows knitted in frustration. "Lord Rainier—"

"Lucian," he interrupted her softly. "I'd like you to call me by my name like you used to."

"That wouldn't be appropriate. You're a lord now."

"And this lord is giving you permission to call him by his name."

She gritted her teeth, irritation flaring inside her. What right does this man have to act this way now?

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