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Heart of The silver fang's new guild leader

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Content warning: this story has NTR well that's actually or probably a good part or not who knows you tell me. Ten tags weren't enough for me Tags: #NTR, #GangBang, #Anal, #Virgin, #BDSM, #Revenge, #Love #Mutual # Exhibitionism, #Rape, #Submission I might add more tags yeah book cover is made of AI After the tragic death of her father at the hands of the Demon King, Rose returns to take over the Silver Fang Guild, the only true family her father ever cherished. Once the daughter of a revered guild master, now she stands at the helm, ready to lead—but the path before her is far more treacherous than she imagined. As she struggles to uphold her father's legacy, Rose is caught in a web of love, obsession and betrayal She had once given her heart to the prince of the kingdom, her fiancé, believing their love to be unbreakable. But as she settles into her new role, she begins to notice the lingering stares, the quiet yearning in the eyes of her guild’s elites—men she had known since childhood. They had always been by her side, but now their feelings rise to the surface, threatening to shatter the fragile balance of loyalty and desire. With danger looming outside and temptation creeping within, will Rose remain true to her heart, or will she be consumed by the passionate devotion of those who refuse to let her go?
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Those who fail him, they claim, are consumed by his gardens. They are unaware, though, that I have been talking to plants my whole life—and now the fate of the kingdom hinges on their response. I wanted no attention at all. Enough risk is involved growing illegal miraculous blossoms in my small rural garden. However, I find the reason the king's gardens are withering and why all five gardeners before me have vanished when royal guards transport me to the palace. The gardens provide more than only aesthetic purposes. They're the kingdom's last defense. Constant observation by Crown Prince Thorne, his silver eyes frigid as the winter gradually kills his territory. The court mumbles he killed the past gardeners for failing, but I detect despair in his eyes. Each day I coax life from the wilting magical plants, I feel the protective wards strengthening. Each night, I sense the shadowy creatures straining our bounds, getting stronger, hungrier. Should I fail, I should detest the haughty prince threatening punishment. Instead, I find myself pulled to the man beneath the thorny crown—a monarch willing to become the villain in whispered legends if it means saving his people. As my power develops with odd new blossoms no one has seen before, so does the threat. The prince's foes conspire within the royal walls, the magical barriers decrease with each passing day, and my heart treacherously softens toward the man who cannot afford to love me back. They believe his gardens eat those who disappoint him. What they don't know is what happens when a wild magic like mine begins to overwhelm me.
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