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Three rejections. Three shattered hopes. That was what Layla experienced, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world that craved purity. She was shunned, ostracized, and then sold out like a pawn to the most powerful being alive—the Lycan King. A ruthless ruler with a graveyard of brides, each one holding a chilling whisper of a fate worse than death.

Layla hated him. Hated the way his eyes, cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated the way his touch, a promise of something terrifying, sent chills down her spine.

* * * *

"I hate you!" I yelled, clenching my hand into a fist, my knuckles turning white. 

He heaved a heavy sigh, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You seem stressed," he stated, closing the book he was reading. I took a step backward as he walked towards me, each step a reminder of the power he had over me. 

It was infuriating.

"Well, lucky you," he said, rolling up his sleeve as he spoke. "I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves." Finally only few inches away from me, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "The first is a hug..."  His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And the rest... well, that's 69. What do you say about that?" 

"He's insane," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I feared it would burst. 

He tilted his head to the side, one of the insufferable things he does whenever he doesn't get a reaction from me, a smirk playing on the side of his lips. "What's the matter, darling?"


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A DANGEROUS OBSESSION

Will she escape the inferno of his chaos, or succumb to the allure of her own demise?

A haunting tale of obsession, desire, and the blurred lines between love and destruction.


LYCAN KING CASSIAN

I'll devour her from the inside out, fueling the inferno that consumes her every ragged breath. Like oxygen feeding a raging fire, I'll claim every inch of her sweet, fragile body, tracing the curves of her silhouette with scorching precision.

Her skin will flush with anticipation, as my touch ignites a slow-burning fever. Her eyes, dark pools of desire, will plead for mercy, but her lips will whisper my name.

At first, she'll tremble with fear, but it will ignite a burning desire that courses through her veins like liquid fire. And when she's drawn too close to the flame, I'll unleash the pain, heightening her ecstasy with each deliberate stroke.

She'll be the moth to my flame, helpless to resist the allure of the very thing that will destroy her.

A Dangerous Obsession

<p>As I followed Sebastine through the labyrinthine castle grounds, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The wind howled outside, casting dark shadows on the stone walls. I may not know my way around the castle, but I was certain we weren't heading to the throne room, the Lycan king's bedchamber, or even the waiting room, which I recently discovered was situated directly opposite the throne room.</p>

<p>Instead, Sebastine led me down a narrow, winding stairway, the air growing thick with the scent of dampness and age. The stairs seemed to descend into the very bowels of the castle, lit only by flickering candles that cast ghostly shadows on the walls. I shivered, my heart racing with every creak of the wooden stairs.</p>

CHAPTER 17