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The Pretty Prince and the Beast King

The Pretty Prince and the Beast King

Mafia
last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-31
作家:  PUREBLISS連載中
言語: English
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Dark Romance

Steamy

Contemporary

Ruthless

Mafia

Beastman

Revenge

Weak to Strong

Forbidden Love

I was the "Sickly Prince"—a weak scholar hidden in oversized suits. But in the underworld, secrets are the only currency that matters, and mine is the most lethal of all. Aradaa Vaelis has spent twenty-one years hiding his elite combat training from his tyrannical father, the Don. But when his father gambles away his sister’s life, Aradaa is forced to shatter his facade. To save his sister, Aradaa makes a deal with the devil: he will become a human sacrifice for the Dreadfang Clan, a savage "Beast" Mafia known for their monstrous strength. His buyer? Kaelor Dreadfang. Known as the "Beast King," Kaelor is a man losing his mind to a feral rage and a slow poison. He doesn't want a soldier; he wants a "pretty toy" to break. But the moment they touch, a primal Mate Bond ignites—a shockwave of desire that neither can fight. Now, Aradaa is trapped in the King's Master Suite, serving as Kaelor’s "Exclusive." But as the Syndicate moves to destroy them both, Aradaa’s true lineage begins to surface. He isn't just a slave or a scholar—he is the Pure-Blood, the only one capable of curing the bio-weapon plague and ruling the underworld. The "Pretty Prince" is dead. The King’s partner has arrived. And together, they will burn the Syndicate to the ground.

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Chapter 1: The Blood Bet
The smell of banal bourbon and cheap cigars in the Navia Syndicate’s underground summerhouse generally made me monkeyshine. Tonight, it just tasted like bobbyand a bad feeling. " Please, Malrec. Do not do this," my sister Kaerith rumored. Her voice was shaking, a thin thread about to snap. I stood behind her, shoulders hunkered , head down. I played my part well Aradaa the Weak. The sickly, book- hung up son with a endless cough and suits that were three sizes too big. Under the heavy hair of my jacket, however, my skin burned. The muscle I’d erected in 300 AM basement sessions was screaming for release. My knuckles pained to hit commodity. But I stayed still. In our family, showing strength was a death sentence.However, he’d throw me into his meat- grinder wars before I could blink, If my father knew I could fight. Don Malrec Thornvale did n’t indeed look at us. His eyes were bloodshot, projected on the cards in his pulsing hands. contrary him sat Garron Blackmere. Garron was no
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Chapter 2: The Beast of the Underworld
" Strip." The command was flat, followed by the metallic click of a safety being switched off. I did not move. Two Dreadfang guards stood over me in the windowless gravestone cell. These guys looked like they’d been sculpted out of determinedness and bad intentions. The fancy hallways of the manor house were gone, replaced by the damp, cold reality of the basement. " I said strip, Princey. Or we’ll do it for you." The guard on the left — a brute with a cauliflower observance — scowled. I did not say a word. I just reached for the buttons of my large suit jacket. My fritters were steady. I exfoliate the hair, the shirt, and the high collars I’d used to hide the verity for a decade. As the fabric hit the bottom, the guards’ trim aesthetics dissolved. They were not looking at a sickly scholar presently. They were looking at the corded muscle of my reverse and the jagged scars on my shoulders from times of silent, brutal training. " What the f**k is this?" the brute murmured, his eyes
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Chapter 3: The Blood-Stained Treaty
"Don't move. Just sit there and look pretty."Kaelor’s voice was a low vibration in the back of the armored SUV. His hand sat heavy on my thigh, fingers digging into the thin silk of the robes he forced me to wear. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were glued to the rain-slicked streets of the neutral zone, but his grip was territorial."I’m a scholar, Kaelor. Not a mannequin," I muttered, trying to shift my leg.His grip tightened. I could hear the leather of his glove creak. "Tonight, you’re whatever I say you are. The Ashclaw Clan thinks I’ve gone soft. I’m showing them I have enough to spare."I looked out the window. Neon signs blurred into jagged streaks of red and blue. People called the "Goddess Virus" a curse from the heavens—the plague that had wiped out nearly every woman in the clans. But sitting this close to Kaelor, I could smell the truth. It wasn't a curse. It was the sharp, metallic tang of a lab-grown weapon. It was the same chemical scent clinging to Kaelor’s skin n
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Chapter 4: Shadows of the Syndicate
"Left foot back. Weight on the balls of your feet. If you’re flat-footed, you’re dead."I didn’t shout. I didn’t have to. The three Dreadfang enforcers circling me in the manor’s gravel training yard were breathing like bellows. Sweat soaked their tactical shirts, and they looked at me with a mix of confusion and pure exhaustion. They were twice my size, built like brick walls, and they couldn’t touch me.One lunged. He swung a heavy, amateurish right hook that smelled of desperation.I didn't block it. I flowed. I stepped inside his guard, my palm catching his chin while my foot swept his ankle. He hit the gravel with a bone-deep thud. Before the other two could blink, I had the second man’s arm locked in a joint-break position and my boot pressed against the third man’s throat."Again," I snapped."Holy s**t," the man on the ground wheezed, spitting out a mouthful of grit. "Where did a Vaelis prince learn to move like that?""By watching people like you try to kill me for twenty yea
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Chapter 5: The King’s Redemption
"Kill them all! Don't let them reach the pods!"The scream ripped through the sterile, white halls of the Navia Syndicate’s core lab. It was cut short by the wet thud of Kaelor’s fist meeting a guard’s throat. We moved like one machine. I was the eyes, snapping off shots with the black handgun Kaelor had given me, dropping snipers before they could even line up a shot. Kaelor was the engine—a blur of shadow and raw power that tore through reinforced steel doors like they were wet paper.The air in this place smelled of ozone and bleach. It made my skin crawl. This was where the "Goddess Virus" was born. This was where my father played god.We hit the central lab, and the world stopped."Kaerith..." The name tore out of me, jagged and raw.My sister was suspended in a glass stasis pod in the center of the room. Tubes snaked into her arms, pulsing with a sickly, rhythmic glow. Her blood—the Vaelis blood—was being sucked out, filtered through a machine that hummed with a low, predatory v
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Chapter 6: The Gilded Rebirth
The silk of the royal tunic felt like grease against my skin. It was too soft. Too smooth. I missed the itchy wool of my old, oversized suits—the fabric that had been my camouflage for twenty-one years. Now, in the penthouse of the Navia Tower, there was nowhere to hide."Hold still, Your Majesty."The doctor, a man who smelled of latex and antiseptic, pressed a sensor against my neck. I didn't flinch. I was used to being a pin-cushion. Malrec had spent my childhood draining me; now the "liberators" were doing the same thing."The nanotech count in your blood is finally stabilizing," the doctor muttered, eyes glued to a tablet. "It’s incredible. The way your cells just... eat the virus. You’re a walking gold mine, Aradaa.""I’m a person," I snapped. My voice sounded hollow in the vast, marble room.I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Below, the city was a graveyard trying to wake up. Black armored Dreadfang trucks patrolled the streets, their engines a constant, low growl. My p
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CHAPTER 7
"Why the hell is this floor not on the map?"Aradaa’s voice echoed off the damp concrete of Sub-Level 9. He didn't wait for an answer from the man looming behind him.Grand Lord Vladya adjusted the heavy holster at his hip. His eyes, sharp and cold as flint, scanned the pitch-black corridor. "Malrec was a fan of ghosts, Aradaa. Ghosts don't need blueprints."The elevator they’d hijacked groaned in its shaft. The air down here was thick, tasting of copper and something rotten—like meat left to spoil in a drawer. Aradaa held a flare high. The light hit the walls, and the breath died in his throat.Row after row of glass tanks lined the hall. Inside, things that weren't human and weren't wolf floated in murky fluid. One creature had a shifter’s snout but rusted steel plates bolted directly into its skull. Another had human fingers replaced by jagged titanium needles."Jesus," Aradaa breathed. He stepped closer to a tank. "Malrec wasn't just killing us. He was building something.""He was
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CHAPTER 8
"Where the hell is my sister, Voren?"Aradaa’s voice sliced through the clinking of crystal and the low hum of forced conversation. He stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his neck itching beneath the stiff, high collar of his black suit. Under the fabric, the port on his skin pulsed with a faint, sickly blue light.Kaelor’s fingers dug into the small of Aradaa's back. The heat from the King’s palm was the only thing stopping him from vibrating out of his skin. Around them, the dons of the neutral territories sat like vultures in tuxedos, their eyes darting between the "Beast" and his "Prince.""Patience, Aradaa. We’re here to celebrate, aren't we?" Kaelor’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He didn't look at the guests. He looked at the heavy oak doors at the end of the ballroom.Aradaa didn't need to look. He could hear them. Not the people, but their blood. The nanotech in the room was singing to him. He could feel the pulse of every man at the table—the jagged spikes of
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CHAPTER 9
"What the fuck is that smell?" Kaelor spit on the dry earth, his hand tightening on the grip of his motorcycle.Aradaa adjusted his goggles. The Red Dust hung in the air like a thick, rust colored fog. It wasn't just dirt. It was nanotech. Millions of tiny machines crystallized and floating. They coated the abandoned cars and the skeletal remains of buildings in the Dead Zone."It's them," Aradaa said. His voice sounded metallic through his respirator. "The Silent Colony. They aren't dead, Kaelor. They’re just... waiting."Kaelor revved his engine, the roar a jagged contrast to the heavy silence of the wasteland. He didn't move. He kept his bike inches from Aradaa’s, his eyes scanning the red haze for anything that breathed. His jaw was set so tight the muscles in his neck stood out like cords. "Stay behind me. If one of those rusted freaks so much as twitches, I’m leveling this whole block.""I can feel them," Aradaa muttered. He wasn't looking at the road. He was looking at the air.
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CHAPTER 10
"Who the hell are you?" Kaelor spit the words like venom, his claws scraping against the metal floor.The man stepping from the glass shards didn't answer. He didn't have to. The Architect stood tall, his skin the color of bleached bone and his eyes a terrifying, infinite blue. The air around him turned frigid. Static jumped between the pipes, a physical manifestation of the power rolling off him.Aradaa scrambled to his feet, pulling Kaerith’s limp body behind his own. He braced for a blow, but the Architect just tilted his head. With a flick of his wrist, the Red Dust in the air groaned. It swirled, thickening into solid, jagged walls of crystallized nanotech."Get away from him!" Kaelor lunged, but he slammed into a transparent barrier that felt like reinforced steel. He roared, his fist hitting the wall again and again, the sound like a sledgehammer on an anvil."You are a flawed masterpiece, Aradaa," the Architect said. His voice didn't come from his throat. It vibrated directly
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