---- on his head, styled to perfection He didn't look rugged or unkempt like Crets prefer it.

Rather he was too immaculate And it sent a kick to my chest.

Fuck! Maybe Fiza was right.

Track pants and tees wasnt the right choice.

And then as if sensing my presence.

His huge broad back turns stiff and I hear my heart thudding in my chest.

Dad says something to him while looking at me and that's when I see him turn.

---- eee Chapter 246 The entire world stood still as I stare at the man who I was proposed to marry.

My eyes clash with his and the very floor under my feet moved.

A pair of forest green eyes were staring back at me and he looked as shocked to see me as I was to see him.

Despite the unfamiliarity between us there was something familiar between us Which neither of us could pin point But unlike me, his surprise didn't last on his features for more than a few seconds.

He masks it well with his face of indifference yet I caught a small smirk tugging on his lips.

Something wrenches in my stomach.

I didn't feel well all of a sudden.

---- ee T just wanted to turn around on my heels and run as far away from this man as possible.

A Cret with green eyes.

Why wasn't it settling well with me? My palms turn clammy and as I raise my eyes to asses him from head to toe.

Black shining bologna shoes...

they were handmade and quite expensive.

Only two pairs of them have been made till now.

One is owned by dad and the second...

By him.

Black trousers, a royal blue velvet blazer.noveldrama

An expensive watch on his wrist.

Huge hands adorned by veins protruding from under his cuff.

Those were the hands of a killer.

A mere flick from them can give an enemy a mercilesss death.

I gulp to see different golden stars lining the shoulder of his coat and for a matter of fact I know they represent his position in the royal army.

Most ---- eee = warriors are able to get 5 in their entire lifetime He already has seven.

Above seven.

There are no stars.

But the Royal crown itself.

The crown that Dad owns and respects.

My gaze flickers higher and I see corded veins trailing up his long neck, next his soft plump lips enter my view and I find them pressed in a thin line.

Light stubble covered his face, giving him a dark look matching his aura and in the centre was a nose, sharper than my very Katana.

It looked like moon goddess chiselled his face to perfection.

Was there any flaw on this man? All men I have ever crushed on were werewolves.

I despised Crets with passion.

Yet him? Werewolves look like pups in front of him.

What is this man? Not able to keep in my curiosity, my eyes trail up