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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.

Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.

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“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.

He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.

“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?"

I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. 

“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.

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A Dangerous Obsession

Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?

A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.

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LYCAN KING CASSIAN

I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.

Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.

And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. 

She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

A Dangerous Obsession

I stole another glance at him, hoping—praying—that he had gone back to his work.

I never had been lucky to begin with so it didn't come as a surprise to find out he was still watching me, though now there was a more thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he were considering something important.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on your duties, Your Majesty?" I asked, trying to sound casual, calm... composed. "You know, instead of… whatever this is."

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "I find this far more interesting," he admitted, leaning back in his chair once more. "Besides, I have done enough work for one evening."

"Well, I haven't finished my dinner," I retorted, hoping to steer the conversation back to something less… flustering.

CHAPTER 92