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“By going into the lion’s den after getting bitten by the lion itself, do you really think it would cure you, Love?” 

Alora’s body clenched which only evoked her desire to the peak level by hearing that dark and husky voice. And she knew nothing can be done to sate this forbidden craving out of her system. 

She was a powerful hybrid then why? Why wasn't she able to heal herself! 

Alora tilted her head and slowly looked over her shoulders to see those electric blue eyes that were becoming her ultimate downfall. 

But she hated this man more than anything who stood there in his mighty glory, behind her in the cold river. 

“How are you bearing this heat till now, Lora? You are burning like a fire. It would kill you slowly into ashes. This heat is not normal but a powerful claim.” 

“It's because of you.” Her voice held so much intensity which proved she was losing bit by bit.  

Next moment, He yanked her body into his and Alora’s breath hitched as He wrapped his arm around her bare waist and nuzzled his face into her neck before inhaling her enchanting scent. 

“You will be my death someday, Lora. You can't imagine what you are doing to me. It's fucking out of hell and heaven. This heat of yours is calling me.” He almost growled, suppressing his lethal beast. Alora chuckled without humor.

“And You are supposed to do something in which you failed. Because of you I am in this condition. You can't fucking back off your promise and let me die here. You can't fucking leave me alone.” 

And a red blood tear leaked out of her eyes which made him stiffened. Alora cried, she cried for the very first time. And He couldn't understand if she was crying for him or for her condition. 
“I want this killing heat out of my body.” Alora's face turned as white sheet. 

And He looked down at the flowing water where her bloody tears mixed into and the green river suddenly turned still. He raised his eyes to her and asked, “Are you sure, Lora? Because this is beyond the forbidden. Once I make you mine, there will be no way out. No fucking way!”

She looked at his rugged face, the powerful and mysterious man who could destroy the whole realm in seconds but He was asking for her permission. But she knew He was the last resort to get her freedom. 

Slowly she nodded and the next second she found herself drowning in the water with the utter burning sensation.  

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Alora Dragomir, the powerful vampire-witch hybrid and the sheltered princess of the Black Bridge Coven was raised and trained by the King of Vampires for the purpose of getting vengeance from the Lycans. 

Crimson Shadow is the moon guardian with secret identity,  chosen by the moon goddess, to guard the Silent Storm gates behind which the old evil spirits were imprisoned. 

Erix Hartshorn is the last Lycan Prince whose big mistake, two hundred years ago, put all the supernatural realms in danger and thus caused the birth of prophecy made by the Moon goddess which includes the interaction of these three souls to tangle in twisted fate.   

What will happen when these descendants from their own kind would strike each other unknowingly with different intentions and purposes by playing their own games. 

Would prophecy made hundred years ago force them to go through the Betrayal, Revenge and conspiracies? Or will forbidden Love conquer everything, especially death which was written in the fate of one among them? 


# Please be patient with the first few chapters. I assure you, you are going to get many surprises ahead. Now dive into the fantasy world with a spicy and powerful chemistry of MCs. And yes, It's HEA. 

# The cover belongs to me. Its commissioned. 

The Descendant's forbidden mate

"Erix!" Queen Rowena touched his arm with apprehension all over her face.

"You need to be careful please, even though she is your mate and you want her. But I don't trust that girl. I'm only silent because of you, my son. Otherwise I could have shown her her real place!"

Crimson looked into the heated gaze  of his mother. But He could also see the motherly affection and worry for him. He held her hand and squeezed it softly. "How old am I, Mom?" He asked, walking her to the window.

Rowena frowned at the question but still answered him, "One hundred and nine years old, why?"

The black witch