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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

Each time she ran away from him, when she couldn't run anymore, even crawling away from him was enough for her to know that she was not yet willing to surrender. She preferred death over surrendering to the monster but each time he caught her, snatched her away from death and chained her in his invisible shackles. 


Until she finally surrendered so that the chaos in her life would subside and she would finally get her peace back. 


Although peace was impossible as long as he was around her, maybe a little acceptance would ease the disastrous thoughts that wrecked her within. 


His dark gray orbs never once left her veiled face that hid the beauty which resembled the golden hour. His cold hands delicately held onto her warm ones that were gradually turning cold as well as both of them faced each other. 


CHAPTER 56