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In a mere instant, the steel spearhead in his hand left a trail of sparks amidst the other long spears. The warriors' trembling spears were ultimately cleaved in half by Prince Kral, who carved his way out of the spears that surrounded him, creating an opening. That wasn't the usual Kral; he resembled a ferocious wolf, eager to tear others apart. His muscles, concealed beneath the sleek black fabric, gradually became more pronounced, and his hands and feet displayed signs of shift. "Wooo~!" After breaking free from the encirclement, Kral let out a deafening howl, unleashing powerful sound waves that caused the warriors' helmets to crack.

If the two princes of the Dark Shade would stop squabbling for two seconds, maybe they would recognize how absurdly similar they were. Prince Bruess held out the end of the hose to me, and I was about to decline. Felix took the hose, and he put it in my hand. There must be some unspoken rule of courtesy that I was not aware of. Maybe it was poor manners to refuse whatever a Dark Shade prince offered to you. I tentatively sipped from the ornate brass handle. I only meant to breathe in a little, but then I hacked and coughed. The saturated taste of molasses and spicy smoke attacked my mouth, nose, and lungs. It was awful.

Because to her, her groom himself was a bad omen. Yuvraj Yashvir Rathore, the Cruel Warrior Prince. - - - - - - Follow me on Instagram @jamersy.dreame

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If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."

Stifled laughter, ironic applause follow me as he ascends a staircase, his assured steps echoing on the wood. Shame is an acid that flows through my veins. Hotter than latex, sharper than handcuffs. I am the echo of the screams they tore from me, the taste of semen and dried tears on my skin, the living memory of violation and forced pleasure. The door opens and then slams shut with a dull thud, suddenly isolating the world. The noise of the party becomes a distant murmur, muffled. The air changes. It is cooler, calmer. I sense leather, wood, and… sandalwood. His scent.

“It's normal to be anxious but for your safety, I beg you to calm your nerves before seeing the prince.” ‘Okay,’ I mumbled inwardly, too anxious to say the words out. I watched in silence as I was being stripped of my robe, exposing my bare body, and full rounded flesh which was firm on my chest. The maids tread with caution as they lead me to the bath, tentacles of panic gripped my shoulders as I was about to place my feet in the bath. The bath, herbal medicine, pomade, and fragrance you'll use are all laced with a deadly poison which when perceived by the prince, triggers his feral state and kills it victim before they even stand a chance closer to him.

Is it true to the whispers around his pack that the prince favours Elara? "Elara, Elara, Elara!! Oh that damned omega!!" He yelled furiously. The thought of the Prince favoring Elara sent another jolt of fury through him. Was Kaelen trying to financially cripple him, making him less of a prize for Elara? Was he trying to publicly humiliate him, making him appear incompetent in the eyes of the pack?

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"