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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

"Going somewhere?" Sasha instantly froze beside Makaria. Her gaze fleeted between the siblings who were having a staring contest. One was a mountain hidden in heavy snow and the other one was a warm water flowing in the lake. 


His gaze snapped back at her and Sasha visibly stiffened. "A wife does not befriend her husband's enemy," Ragnar said as slowly as possible as if giving her time to learn each and every word of his. 


Sasha didn't like how commanding he sounded. He always had this tone but this time she felt different. "But she is your sister." 


"She is my enemy." His voice held a sharp edge to it. Makaria lowered her gaze with a soft smile on her face. Rayla stood besides Makaria with her arms folded over her chest, staring at the scene with an unamused stare. 


CHAPTER 59