Demonic Lycan's Royal Consort
As the only princess of the vampire race, many cast a doubtful look, regarded her with ridicule, and called her a fake. She wasn't bothered. In this world, nothing matter more than a power that came from oneself.
Irene Hildegard came from a bloody place, with a power stronger than many races. She wanted to seek the truth of her mother's death, fight many battles, beat her presumptuous brothers, and in between, maybe take the responsibility of a certain powerful demonic lycan.
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They started as enemies. When the two met, sparks of fire would collide.
Irene couldn't help but wonder, when did this lycan werewolf start getting possessive?
His face was like a sculpture, without any blemishes. The masculine aura had a hint of evilness, carrying a poppy-like attraction. His deep voice was pleasing to the ears.
"In this world, none would be more compatible with each other besides mates. It is not just for a lifetime, as long as a soul exists, the other would too. So, Rose, you know that the purpose of my existence is because of you."
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