My Mad King's Love, Forever Mine

Chapter 5

Word Count: 899 | Released on: 28/04/2026

is massive body against the invisible b

, but the ancient containment wards flared blue, violently repelling h

ressure of a high-tier aura pressing down from the upper levels. Whoe

o trigger the automated lethal-force defenses, or

assive, muscular foreleg. "Stop! Kaelen, stop!"

rojecting as much calm as I could muster. He took a reluctant step back from the barrier,

had to intercept them. Keeping the threat outside the n

over my shoulders, clutching the shredded front together with one hand. I scooped up

o Kaelen, holding my

as I slipped past the barrier and hurried up the st

was stale and cold. The dim

white trench coat that practically glowed in the gloom. It was Cassian, one of the ruling Consuls. I recog

ned in absolute shock as he took in my mud-caked face, t

voice laced with disbelief. "Th

cords to scrape together, producing the same rou

grunted. "Hid

he closed, the crushing weight of his Alpha aura pressed down on my lungs

othes. I forced my breathing to stay steady, but behind my back, my finge

assian's ha

long, elegant fingers clamped hard around my jaw. He jerked

owly across the shar

coat meant nothing. The sweet, heavy scent o

chin as if my skin had burned him. He stumbled a hal

tunnel wall. I crouched slightly, my muscles coiling tig

ath. The shock in his eyes har

said, his voice d

nsul," I rasped, clinging de

chief. He methodically wiped the fingers that had touched my face. It was

is amber ey

ronouncing every word like a judge deliv

pletely from my face.

olted for the tunnel le

laced with a loud crack, and suddenly he was standing dire

ipped out the jagged piece of glass, and held it

shaking glass in my hand. There was no murderous

id softly. "If I wanted to

what exact

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My Mad King's Love, Forever Mine

Lan Diao Werewolf

“For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure. When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex." To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft. Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King. He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me. He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear. I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye. But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure. The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand. His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest. "Mine." I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.”