The Lycan King’s Human Bride
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She was never meant to survive, yet she became the Lycan King's greatest obsession.
Layla believed she had entered the world of the last novel she read after being murdered by her husband. But an even greater secret awaits her in a world ruled by werewolves, dragons, and ancient magic.
As hidden truths begin to surface, Layla realizes she never entered a novel at all. Instead, she has been repeating the same timeline over and over again for one purpose only — to save someone.
"Little slave..." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked onto mine — the most dangerous look I had ever seen. "Do you hate me?" he asked quietly.
My entire body trembled, but somehow, my mouth moved faster than my brain.
"Yes." The answer escaped instantly. "I hate you." The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back, but it was already too late.
"Oh?" A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
My eyes widened, and for a moment, I genuinely thought I was imagining things.
But no. His gaze remained fixed on mine as his hand rose and gently cupped my cheek. Then, with his lips only inches away from mine, he whispered,
"Good, little slave." His voice was low and dangerously soft. "At least your hatred keeps me inside your thoughts."
A chill raced down my spine. "Entertain me more, my little slave." His eyes never left mine. "Make me even more curious." His voice dropped lower.
"Deny me."
"Fight me."
"Hate me as much as you want."
Hmph!
Before I could even react, his lips found mine again and he sucked on my lips and truly treated me like a cheap woman he could toy with whenever he pleased.
Layla believed she had entered the world of the last novel she read after being murdered by her husband. But an even greater secret awaits her in a world ruled by werewolves, dragons, and ancient magic.
As hidden truths begin to surface, Layla realizes she never entered a novel at all. Instead, she has been repeating the same timeline over and over again for one purpose only — to save someone.
"Little slave..." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked onto mine — the most dangerous look I had ever seen. "Do you hate me?" he asked quietly.
My entire body trembled, but somehow, my mouth moved faster than my brain.
"Yes." The answer escaped instantly. "I hate you." The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back, but it was already too late.
"Oh?" A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
My eyes widened, and for a moment, I genuinely thought I was imagining things.
But no. His gaze remained fixed on mine as his hand rose and gently cupped my cheek. Then, with his lips only inches away from mine, he whispered,
"Good, little slave." His voice was low and dangerously soft. "At least your hatred keeps me inside your thoughts."
A chill raced down my spine. "Entertain me more, my little slave." His eyes never left mine. "Make me even more curious." His voice dropped lower.
"Deny me."
"Fight me."
"Hate me as much as you want."
Hmph!
Before I could even react, his lips found mine again and he sucked on my lips and truly treated me like a cheap woman he could toy with whenever he pleased.

















































