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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

Everything suddenly blurred around her, her heartbeat which calmed down not long ago picked up a new, intensified pace. The voices around here turned hazy and all she could hear was the wild beating of her heart and all she could see was him. Her thoughts were completely muted because he consumed her senses like a tsunami that struck her faster than anticipated. 


He sat there under the open tent right beside his tent. Dressed in war attire with his dark silver hair tied up in a loose man bun, some rogue strands kissing his ethereal face. 


His aura was so strong, that an oblivious one wouldn't even have to struggle to point out who was the King of Kings among the men sitting under the tent. 


Fruits and drinks were settled in front of them but they remained untouched. 


CHAPTER 71