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"Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house.

"It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her.

"I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed.

"How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!"....

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In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother.

However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash.

This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

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// WARNING // EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT //


This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including scenes of intense intimacy. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed only if you are comfortable with mature and explicit themes.


The pet name, low and deliberate in his voice, wrapped around her like a silken noose. As the crown prince's lips pressed below her ear, Alicia swore he stole the air from her lungs—only to breathe it right back into her with each searing kiss.


His fingers were mercilessly slow, tracing the dip of her neck, the line of her shoulders, then lower… down to her waist. The heat of his palm settled over her curves, possessive, unhurried. When he finally brushed over the edge of her breast, her gasp turned sharper, her toes curling as a ripple of heat unfurled through her.


Chapter 279 - Wicked Thoughts