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"You were never meant to be mine, Seraphina." His voice was a low growl, his golden eyes darkened with a dangerous hunger. "Yet here you are... defying fate itself."

Seraphina was supposed to be nothing more than a pawn, a bargaining piece in a war she never chose. But when the ruthless Lycan King claims her as his, she finds herself trapped in a game of power, passion, and betrayal.

"If you think I’ll bow to you like the others, you’re mistaken." She lifts her chin, despite the chains binding her. "I am no one's possession."

But when ghosts from his past return—one bleeding, the other burning with vengeance—Seraphina realizes she isn’t just fighting for freedom. She’s fighting for his heart.

And in a kingdom where love is forbidden and betrayal lurks in the shadows, the greatest threat may not be the enemy outside their walls... but the desire igniting between them.

She is the forbidden bride. He is the most ruthless king. And their love could destroy them both.

I'm The Forbidden Bride; He's The Most Ruthless

I sipped the water and dropped the cup.

Lorien was eager to learn about how I got up from my feet but the process seemed uncomfortable.

"You should leave alone, Your Highness; I have to check if the Queen is fully okay." The high priestess said softly, and Lorien shook his head positively and then went out.

"I know Caelum came to heal you." She said, after making sure Lorien was out of hearing.

"The mark on your arm, what did he do to it?"

"Answer my question first," I replied rather rudely.

"He has been tormenting me in the dream world.

"What dream world?" I interrupted but she did not seem angry.

"When you go to sleep and close your eyes. Whatever you experience in your subconsciousness is the dream world. I've never seen him in person, and this would be the first time; his presence alone terrified me." she responded calmly.

Chapter 47: The Mark’s Origin