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The Devil's Betrothed

A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Mynovel20 · Fantasy
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647 Chs

Animal's Way Of Healing

Arlan eventually broke away from their kiss, leaving them both breathless. Stepping back, he mentioned, "We have to go."

Still caught in the moment, she asked, "Where?"

"To take care of you, since you're hurt," he explained, then swiftly wrapped her in the sheets and lifted her into his arms before she could inquire further.

In an instant, they were teleported back to their chamber. Arlan carried her towards the bath, prompting a puzzled Oriana to ask, "Why are we going to the bath?" She was apprehensive at the thought of possibly sharing a bath, which would be mortifyingly intimate.

"To take care of you," he repeated, stepping into the bathroom.

There, Oriana saw a bathtub filled with steaming hot water, evidently freshly prepared. Arlan set her down and began to gently remove the sheet she was wrapped in. She held onto it tightly, her modesty surfacing. "I..I can manage... Please, don't trouble yourself…"