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What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter?

Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. 
Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. 
To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. 
Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. 
Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong.  
Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. 
Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. 
On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways.  
His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. 
His rare essence overwhelmed her. 
His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. 
Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. 
When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. 
The question would be. 
How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her?
Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father?
Who will help her along the journey?  


~Excerpt~


Then she felt him, all of him.
All his ruggedness.
The strength of his arm.
The softness of his lips. 
The grip of his hand.
The warmth of his breath. 
Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before.
Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. 
The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. 
Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. 
The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. 
And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. 
“Let go!” She voiced out, heavily.  
Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. 
With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. 
His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. 
Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. 
How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane.
Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. 
The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. 
“Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” 
“It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. 

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Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate

Kalthian stupidly blinked several times, seeing what Asara had done. Cutting Arkiam's

head off meant she held the ability to steal his power, which she did.

Arkiam's head lay there unattached from his body as he cursed damning his daughter. But as the duel winner, she now held the authority over him to keep his head separated for an eternity and not let him gain control of his body. To damn his soul to the Underworld where he would be reduced to a wraith. To roam the damned place like a lost being.

Cassandra victoriously marched over to her mate's awaited arms. Her wings had taken a beating, and there were a few injuries on her face, her hands had been burned, but Arkiam had been unable to break her spirit. Holding her wits had made her emerge victorious.

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