Chapter: Chapter 156Clara’s POVSleep refused to come.I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, my eyes burning from the bright golden lights hanging above us. The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and the man lying a few feet away from me was breathing like he owned the world.The lights were the real problem.I waited.Five minutes.Ten minutes.Nothing.He didn’t even move.I turned my head slightly, glaring at his back.Seriously?With a sharp sigh, I sat up and reached for the switch on my side of the bed.Click.Darkness swallowed the room.Finally…Click.The light snapped back on immediately.I shot up like I’d been electrocuted and turned to face him.“What the hell?” I snapped. “I can’t sleep with the lights on.”He rolled onto his side, facing me, completely calm.“I want the lights on,” he said. “This is my room. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”I stared at him, mouth slightly open.“You—” I paused, then laughed in disbelief. “Don’t tell me the big bad Alpha King, ruler of all
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Chapter 155Clara’s POVI walked into the king’s bedroom with my luggage trailing behind me, the wheels clicking softly against the polished floor.Damn.When people talked about luxury, this was what they meant.Dark walls, deep expensive colors, black, charcoal, and gold, blended perfectly together. The furniture looked like it had never been touched unless by servants wearing white gloves. Everything smelled clean, rich, powerful. The room was so large it could fit the small house I lived in when I was a kid, twice.I slowly turned in a circle, taking everything in.The bed alone looked bigger than my entire childhood bedroom. Thick curtains hung from ceiling to floor. A chandelier sparkled softly above, throwing warm light across the room.I let out a quiet laugh.Damn, money is good.Really good.Let me say this clearly, especially if you’re reading this and life has been lying to you…don’t let anyone fool you.People love saying, “Marry for love, not money.”That’s cute. Really cute.But l
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Chapter: Chapter 154Amelia’s POVI staggered down the hallway, one hand pressed hard against my chest, the other dragging along the wall to keep myself upright.Breathing hurt.Every step hurt.It felt like my heart was cracking open, like something sharp was slicing through me from the inside. The sounds of music and laughter from the wedding hall echoed faintly behind me, mocking me. While they celebrated, I was falling apart.I lowered my head, tears blurring my vision, my body shaking.Then it happened.A sudden, violent pull yanked my head backward.Pain exploded across my scalp.I gasped, my hands flying up too late as fingers twisted into my hair, gripping tightly. My neck jerked painfully as I was forced to stop walking.I turned with a sharp breath, my eyes meeting Klaus’s.They were filled with rage.Pure, ugly rage.“You planned this,” he said coldly, pulling my hair harder. “You and that bitch planned this together, didn’t you?”I winced, my lips parting, but no words came out.The pain in my
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: Chapter 153Amelia’s POV Lily turned slowly, her eyes sharp, calculating as she sipped her champagne.“You should be scared,” Lily said quietly. “Not just scared. Terrified. If you knew who Clara really is, you wouldn’t even dare to open your mouth.”I stiffened.My grip on the glass tightened.What did she mean?Who was Clara?Was she some hidden mafia queen or what?How come she was able to make the whole palace fear her in just two days?Has she been planning all this since the first day she came here?What had my sister been hiding all this time?Questions swirled violently in my mind, but none of them mattered when the priest finally said the words I had been dreading.“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”Something inside me cracked.Tears burned my eyes, blurring my vision as Clara grabbed the king by the collar and kissed him.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t loving.But it was real.And it destroyed me.Pain exploded in my chest, so strong I thought I might collapse right there. I couldn’t
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Chapter: Chapter 152Amelia’s POVI stood there, frozen, my feet rooted to the marble floor of the wedding hall, staring at the altar as if my body no longer belonged to me.The king stood beside Clara.My sister.My twin.The man I loved.The world felt unreal, like I had been pushed into a nightmare I could not wake up from.My chest burned. My hands trembled. Every breath felt sharp, painful, as if my lungs were filled with broken glass. I was angry. I was heartbroken. I was shattered. But more than anything else…I felt betrayed.Betrayed by the man who swore he loved me.And betrayed by the sister I had just started to believe I could trust.The priest’s voice shook so badly it was almost painful to hear. He was sweating, his eyes jumping from one gun to another, his life clearly hanging by a single thread. A gun was pointed directly at him, forcing him to continue with the ceremony.No one in the hall wanted this wedding.But no one dared to stop it.Fear ruled the room.Guards were useless. Royals
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Chapter: Chapter 151Author’s POVThe engine purred as the black armored car sped toward the royal palace, its headlights cutting through the early morning haze. Inside the vehicle, silence ruled, thick, heavy, and deadly.Clara sat in the back seat, posture relaxed, legs crossed, a gun resting loosely in her hand as if it were nothing more than an accessory. Her black wedding gown was already stained, small patches of dried blood splashed across the slit and hem. Her face was cold, unreadable. This was not a bride going to a fairytale wedding.This was a warlord going to claim her prize.Spector drove with both hands tight on the steering wheel. In the trunk lay Priest Fenrir, tied, gagged, shaking like a leaf caught in a storm. Every bump in the road made him whimper.The palace gates came into view.And then, checkpoint.Four police vehicles blocked the road. Armed officers stood alert, rifles slung across their chests. The kingdom had tightened security due to the wedding, especially after rumors of u
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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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