Chapter: Chapter 212Clara’s POV“I think you should leave her,” Fiona said softly, her voice careful, like she was walking on broken glass. “If marrying the king is her decision, then let her be. It’s time you stop living with the weight your mother placed on your shoulders. You deserve your own life, Clara. You deserve to be happy too.”I didn’t answer.My eyes stayed fixed on the narrow strip of light that slipped through the cracks in the dungeon wall. The stone was cold beneath my fingers, but I barely felt it. All I could hear was Amelia’s voice in my head, angry, trembling, determined.I will marry him, whether you like it or not.A bitter smile tugged at my lips.Happiness. Freedom. Letting go.Those words had never belonged to me.“When is the king planning the announcement?” I asked, my voice steady, emotion buried deep beneath layers of control.Fiona hesitated. “I still haven’t found the exact time. The palace is unusually quiet. But…” She paused. “I brought someone with me. He’s waiting to be
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Chapter: Chapter 211Amelia’s POV“What’s this?” she asked, staring at the diamond inside the black velvet box. I quickly pulled it out of her hands My fingers trembled slightly as I held it tighter.“The king proposed,” I said, a small smile forming on my lips before I could stop it.Her face hardened instantly.“He did what?” she snapped. “Tell me you didn’t accept it.”I hesitated.“What’s your business if I accept it or not?” I shot back, my eyes drifting to the divorce papers lying on the floor of her cell. The white sheets looked dull and lifeless against the dark stone. It was already signed “It’s not like you’re still married to him,” I added quietly.She laughed, but there was no humor in it.“You really think this is a fairy tale?” she asked. “The moment you marry him, the world will know. They will tear you apart. They will call you names, question your dignity, strip you of everything. Do you think you can survive that? You that love to give up on life when life gets tough, you won’t even sp
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Chapter: Chapter 210Amelia’s POVThe cold hit me first.The moment I stepped into the dungeon, the air felt heavier, damp, and sharp against my skin. The walls were made of dark stone, stained by time and misery. The torches flickered weakly, throwing long shadows that danced like restless spirits.I wrapped my arms around myself, fighting the sudden urge to turn back.I didn’t belong in a place like this.No one did.But Clara did.She was lying on the narrow bench inside the cell, one leg crossed over the other, her back resting against the wall as if she were in a guest room rather than a prison. She looked too calm, too comfortable, like this was just another room in the palace.My footsteps echoed as I walked closer.The moment she saw me, she stood.We faced each other through the iron bars, eyes locked, neither of us knowing what to say. So many emotions filled my chest, anger, fear, love, betrayal.“I thought you would never come,” she said quietly.“Well, even if we don’t see eye to eye,” I repl
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Chapter: Chapter 209Amelia’s POVI sat on the edge of the chair, holding my small hand mirror up to my neck, tilting my head from side to side to check for any marks. The memory of Kai’s hands wrapped around my throat still burned in my mind, even though the pain was slowly fading. My skin was tender, red in places, and I could still feel the phantom pressure of his fingers, as if they were still there, squeezing the air out of me.I swallowed and lowered the mirror, exhaling shakily.Just then, the door opened.“I told you,” I said quickly, startled, “you can’t keep walking into my room like that. What if someone sees you?”I dropped the mirror onto the vanity table, my heart pounding as I turned to face him.The king only smiled, that familiar calm smile that always made my chest tighten. He walked toward me like he had all the time in the world, as if the palace walls were not filled with secrets, danger, and eyes that watched everything.I forced a breath and tried to steady myself.“How is Clara?” I
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Chapter: Chapter 208Clara’s POVShe slowly slid down the wall, her back resting against the cold stone, her legs folding beneath her as if they could no longer carry the weight of her pain. Her shoulders shook violently, her breath coming out in broken sobs. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into the fabric of her dress as though every memory, every regret, every wound was replaying in her mind like a cruel television series she could not turn off.“I love him,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind drifting through the dungeon vents. “All I ever wanted was for him to love me too. All I ever wanted was to be loved. Is that too much to ask?”Her words struck me like a blade.At that moment, I no longer saw a wicked woman who destroyed lives for one man’s attention. I no longer saw the enemy I had been mocking just moments ago. I saw a broken soul. A child trapped inside an adult body, starving for affection, desperate to feel chosen, just once.And in that instant, I saw myself in her.
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Chapter: Chapter 207Clara’s POV“You bitch, where is Alex?” Elena shouted, her voice sharp and angry as she stormed toward my cell. Her heels clicked against the cold stone floor, echoing through the dungeon, each step full of venom.A small smile crept onto my face as I crossed my legs, leaning back against the wall, calm and untouchable. My eyes glinted with amusement as I looked up at her, my posture the picture of innocence.“How do you expect me to know where Alex is?” I asked innocently, hiding the mischievous curve of my lips behind a carefully crafted expression. “I am locked in a dungeon, remember?”Elena’s glare sharpened, and she took another step closer, her fists clenching.“Don’t act dumb with me,” she spat, emphasizing the word ‘MEDUSA’ as if the name alone would make me break. “I saw your men kidnap him. MEDUSA.”A thrill ran down my spine. She knew, or at least she suspected. And I loved that.“I know your men’s dress code,” she continued angrily, her eyes flashing like daggers.I tilted
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Seducing Mr. Werewolf
Abigail is a human, whom dreamt about having a fairy tale life, she didn’t want a man in her life, she hated men, she didn’t want to be the type that was tie down by a man, neither did she believe in love.
All she wanted was a child, she wanted to be a single mother.
Damian is a werewolf, a species he was force to become, after his encounter with a mysterious werewolf, he was ruthless but loving, every full moon he was forced to turn into a wolf, not having control of what he do or people he kills.
All he wanted was to live a human life and fall in love.
They were two different species, a human and a werewolf.
Abigail went to a bar in search of a man to have a one night stand with, she wanted a man to get her pregnant, so she could be the single mother she always wanted to be.
As faith could have it, she bumped into Damian, and both of them had a one nightstand, unknown to her, that the person she had a one night stand with wasn’t a human, but a werewolf.
When she found out she was pregnant, she took a flight and left the country.
What will happen when she finds out that the child growing in her womb isn’t human?
What will happen when faith brings two of them (Abigail and Damian) back together?
Find out by reading….
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Chapter: Chapter 97ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
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Chapter: Chapter 96Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
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Chapter: Chapter 95ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
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Chapter: Chapter 94As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
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Chapter: Chapter 93The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
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Chapter: Chapter 92The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S
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