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El amor predestinado del príncipe licántropo maldito
Acusada de asesinato, la madre de Sylvia Todd fue considerada una traidora por toda la manada, condenando a Sylvia a vivir el resto de su vida sola y humillada como una humilde esclava. Lo único que quería la chica era demostrar la inocencia de su madre de alguna manera, pero el destino nunca parecía estar de su lado. A pesar de todo, Sylvia nunca perdió la esperanza. Como el futuro rey licántropo de todos los hombres lobo, Rufus Duncan poseía un gran poder y estatus, pero tenía una inexplicable reputación de ser cruel, sanguinario y despiadado. Sin que todo el mundo lo supiera, había sido maldecido hacía mucho tiempo y se veía obligado a transformarse en un monstruo asesino cada luna llena. Aunque el destino no siempre favorecía a los dos, unió a Sylvia y Rufus como pareja predestinada. ¿Se hará justicia para la madre de Sylvia? ¿Podrán ella y Rufus desafiar todas las normas sociales y permanecer juntos? ¿Tendrán estas dos almas desafortunadas un final feliz?Happy Reading, Ayme!
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A perfectly average girl with a swinging ponytail walked through the hallway. Head down, eyes averted-she clearly had no interest in acknowledging the world around her.
And why should she? It's not like the entire Rusheu High was waiting on her next move.
An average girl-spectacularly unremarkable in appearance. She didn't lose sleep over how others saw her. After all, no one was even looking.
And that? That was bliss. Sweet, underrated bliss. No gossip, no drama-because, miraculously, no one remembered she existed.
Her name? Meya Provendaru. Yes, even her name screamed simplicity itself. So naturally, her life followed suit-she just wanted to survive high school in peace.
Friends? Who needs them. The fewer, the better. Less attention, less mess.
In fact, Meya considered it a blessing that she hadn't risen to even a whisper of fame in the infamously chaotic Rusheu High-the capital's very own teen battleground.
So who do we blame for this fate? Just one person. The one who so helpfully forced her to transfer after all the normal schools had closed registration, leaving her with... this charming war zone.
Brugh.
Down she went. The petite girl crumpled to the floor like a feather hitting concrete-after walking straight into what might as well have been a brick wall.
"Idiot."
Her eyes fluttered shut as a cold voice sliced through the air-chilling, sharp, and deeply unpleasant.
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