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Transmigrated As My Crazy Alpha's Assassin! [BL]

[MATURE CONTENT ALERT] “You are like a dagger stuck deep into my heart…and I feel like I might die if I remove you apart, my little lamb!” … What possibly worst can happen when an ordinary man with aichmophobia gets transmigrated to the ancient time into a body of an assassin? Living his ordinary life was always fulfilling for Noah, but his life takes a fatal twist when he faces a grave betrayal, that leads him to transmigrate into an unknown scary world, even worse in the body of a deadly assassin, Sheoran! The only vision he retained in the last few moments of his own world was the gaze of a dazzling golden pair of eyes that swallowed him whole! Crown Prince Xanthus, the mightiest true blood Alpha was always admired by his entire pack. But, beneath his drop-dead enchanting charm, cold heart, and crazy bloodthirst, he suppressed an innocent soul that was broken and butchered with pain! But his whole world turns upside down when he confronts Sheoran, an assassin who shivers at the sight of a knife! What happens when unpredictable destiny brings two polar opposite hearts together, omitting the boundaries of their inevitable existence? Can two wounded souls embrace the warmth of their yearning love? Will they survive deadly turmoils across their path or the fatal love will exist as a forbidden obsession bordering on insanity? >>>> (Don't forget to check the review section where I am leaving eye candies for you all. The cover strictly belongs to me and designed by my beautiful artist: @Bea_Cortez

ShadowPrincess96 · LGBT+
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230 Chs

CHAPTER 62: Lethal Threat!

During the suffocating silence that persisted for a few more minutes, Noah felt his intense gaze scanning him all over, from head to toe. Drizzles of waterdrops dripped down his body, as he stood drenched out in the cold night, the feeling of being ogled like that by an unknown man was very humiliating for him.

Even though as per his command, he couldn't lift his hands up to cover his bare upper body. But soon enough, when irritation surged inside him, he rolled his right hand into a punch to opt for it as a last measure of self-defense.

The memory of that unexpected rough kiss from Xanthus was still vivid in his mind, so somehow he was fearing the possibility of being harassed by someone again. However, that kind of dramatic situation didn't happen. Randall didn't take a further step ahead while keeping a small distance, but his staring game continued for a long while.