Chapter 112: King Fenrir
Once upon a time, there lived a formidable Beast King named Fenrir.
A pure-blooded lycan, he exuded power and dominance, his terrifying aura palpable with every step he took.
Like most pure-blooded beasts, Fenrir held the purity of his lineage in the highest regard and harbored a deep disdain for half-bloods. To him, they were an affront to their race, tainted by the mingling of "filthy" human blood—blood he deemed poisonous to his own.
Yet, despite his staunch convictions, Fenrir was not immune to the whims of fate. For all his pride and prejudice, he fell victim to an unexpected twist of destiny.
He fell in love with a human.
Proud as he was, the king refused to acknowledge his feelings as love. Instead, he labeled them as mere lustful infatuation—an unexplainable obsession, the kind any man might experience when faced with a woman as captivating as her.
A traveler. A nomad. A gypsy. A witch.
She was not just beautiful; she was the very embodiment of beauty itself.
Tall, slender, and graceful, everything about her was mesmerizing, almost to the point of intimidation.
Her ivory-hued skin was soft and smooth, the gentle curve of her body flawless, her long, brown hair cascading in soft curls, and her deep, hypnotic brown eyes holding secrets he could not resist.
Tanya. She gave him only one name—just Tanya. It was all she had, and it was all he needed.