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"Tsk." 

"See, what your disobedience did." He rasped in a mocking tone. His head tilted to the left as he peered down at her with a malicious smirk that one would immediately know that he was the cause of the disaster around her. 

Sasha scooted back in horror and turned around, she stood up on her trembling legs, and just as she took a few steps to get away from the monster behind her, she ended up facing him.

He was pale, he had red eyes and he was everything but a gentleman.

Only if that one unfortunate day, she didn't help him, hell wouldn't have cocooned her in its embrace.

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Sasha Walton known as the kindest princess among the kingdoms was a twenty-two years old sunshine of her kingdom that once bloomed in glory. Every other person admired her because of her kind and friendly nature. With her kindness came her bravery...but with her kindness she ended up falling in the claws of a merciless beast who wasn't even a human to begin with.

Ragnar was a king no one had ever seen but was feared by the whole world. He lurked in the shadows of the night and feasted on his enemies. He was known as the cruelest king and on one fortunate night, he came across someone so opposite to his world yet the cause of his curse.

He was intrigued and obsessed with her, he always had been.

He yearned to possess her, claim her, and captivate her in every possible way he could because little Sasha belonged to him in every sinful way.



The King's Dark Obsession

"I-I got lost." She barely managed to let out those words. Her heartbeat was picking up an abnormal pace like usual whenever he was around. 


The side of his lips curved up in a smirk. 


"Since you got lost...how about you let me get lost in yourself as well?" 


Though those words were supposed to be romantic but they didn't make her heart flutter, they made her gut twist in dread. 


"That w-was not heart f-fluttering." She stammered pulling her face a little back because he was too close. 


"So was it gut-wrenching?" He asked and she barely nodded. She was surprised at how easily he read her. She was like an open book to him, he could read her like poetry while he, despite being an open book, was downright unreadable by her. 


CHAPTER 48