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#completed!!! In her second life, I want Sophia to choose the path she desires and live well and happily," Ragnar said to Adeline, who immediately burst into tears.

"Then... what about you, Your Highness?" Adeline asked.

Ragnar only smiled. “This is enough for me.”

Among the many forms of love, Adeline had to witness the most genuine and sacrificial kind.

That was, letting go.

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What if, in truth, I was the cause of her suffering? What if my actions were the source of her pain? Perhaps it was time for me to let her go. There was nothing to be done. I must bear this burden alone.
— Ragnar Clementine

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And what if I choose these burdens? What if I choose you, every time, no matter how many lives I have?
— Sophia
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#war #kingdombuilding #secondchancelove #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #diplomacy #heartwarming


This is the Sequel of: 
- Undressed by The Half-beast Prince (completed at Chapter 224). Check on my profile.
- can be read as stand alone story.

disclaimer:
- 18+ above, please be wise
- Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince
- slow burn love story
- explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter
- the cover is commissioned

Undressed by the Half-beast King

The book is completed

🔞⛔️Please refrain from opening this chapter if you are under 18 years old. Exercise discretion; this is a work of fiction with all its imaginative elements.

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Ragnar's transformation into a Halfbeast had begun—the purity of his soul and body had succumbed, emerging from its hiding place.

Sophia's eyes widened in shock and fear as she felt the heat radiating from Ragnar's skin.

She pulled back slightly but kept her arms around him, unwilling to let go despite the terror coursing through her.

Ragnar's hands hovered uncertainly before settling on her waist, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The intensity of her presence, the warmth of her body against his, was overwhelming.

"Sophia," he moaned hoarsely, his resolve weakening as she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the room was filled with an electric tension.

You are mine by fate, Ragnar. No one else can claim you.