Chapter: Chapter 31Clara’s POVI was halfway through my second glass of wine when I noticed Klaus hadn’t taken his eyes off Amelia once. Not even to blink. The way he stared at her made me want to lunge across the table and shove a steak knife in his eye. But, classy girl that I am, I chose a different weapon—my mouth.“Do you always stare at people like that, or is it just your creepy little hobby?” I asked, casually slicing into my chicken.Klaus’s gaze snapped to me.Kai nearly spit out his drink. Amelia froze with her fork halfway to her lips.“I beg your pardon?” Klaus said, his voice low and dangerous.“Oh, no need to beg, sweetheart,” I said with a smile. “You’re already quite pitiful as it is.”Kai choked on a laugh, then coughed to cover it up. Amelia widened her eyes at me like I was walking into a death sentence.Klaus leaned back in his chair, expression darkening. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”“You should hear what it says when I’m actually pissed off,” I replied sweetly.The air in th
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Chapter: Chapter 30Amelia’s povMy knees buckled the moment Klaus stormed out of the room. I didn’t even make it to the bed—I collapsed right there on the cold marble floor, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.I could still feel his fury lingering in the air, thick like smoke after a fire. The way his eyes bore into me, the venom in his voice. it left an invisible bruise that wrapped around my chest and made it hard to breathe.Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back. No. He doesn’t get my tears. Not tonight.I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking slightly, as if trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself back together. The silence felt loud after the storm he brought, and all I wanted was to disappear, just vanish into the walls of this cursed palace and never be found again.But then…Knock. Knock.I froze.My entire body tensed. Was he back?I stared at the door, eyes wide, breath shallow.“Lady Amelia?” a soft, female voice called from the other side. “Dinner
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Chapter: Chapter 29Clara’s povAfter hours of the grand royal tour with Kai, the prince hybrid and unofficial palace GPS—I was this close to asking if the palace came with a personal scooter. My feet were throbbing like they had beef with me. These marble floors weren’t made for regular folks. Nope. They were meant for floating royals who probably never had to walk a day in their life.Just as I was about to throw myself dramatically onto one of the hallway benches like a Shakespearean heroine, a soft knock interrupted my thoughts.A maid stepped forward, bowing her head slightly. “My lady Clara, your room has been prepared.”I blinked at her with a smirk. “Finally. I thought I was going to die in the hallway and haunt this place as a tired ghost.”Kai chuckled beside me. “Don’t mind her. She’s always this dramatic.”“Excuse you, little hybrid. I am theatrically expressive,” I replied, tossing my hair like the queen I was clearly born to be.He rolled his eyes, smiling
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Chapter: Chapter 28Amelia’s povI woke up to an empty bed, the sheets tangled around my legs like a memory refusing to let go.I used my eyes to scan the room,nothing. The King was gone.Just like that.No note. No goodbye. No trace, except for the ache between my legs and the ghost of his lips still burning on my skin.I checked the time. Almost dinner.“Shit,” I hissed under my breath. “I need to get out of here before anyone starts looking for me.”I scrambled out of bed and scooped my clothes off the floor in a panic, clutching them like stolen goods. I tiptoed into the bathroom, locked the door, and flicked on the light.Then I froze.Facing the mirror, I stared at the evidence.Hickeys.All over my neck.A constellation of the King’s possessive kisses—vivid, angry love bites that screamed someone had her.My mouth dropped open. “How the hell am I going to explain this?”I turned my neck to one side, then the other, as if changing the angle would magically erase them.“I can’t wear a scarf to dinne
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Chapter: Chapter 27Klaus’s pov I stormed into my chambers, slamming the door behind me so hard the walls trembled.Clara.That name alone burned on my tongue like fire. Who the hell does she think she is? Speaking back to me. Looking me in the eye like an equal. Embarrassing me in front of Amelia. In front of my brother.A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, dark and dangerous.She has no idea who she’s dealing with.I paced like a caged beast, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. She’s bold. Too bold. And something about that… infuriates me. Excites me.She thinks she can play this little game, flutter her lashes and act all high and mighty? That because Kai’s sniffing around her like a loyal mutt, she’s untouchable?No.Clara will learn the hard way.She will bow.She will kneel.Not because I force her to…But because she’ll crave it.I will bring her down to her knees Because she won’t be able to help herself.I chuckled under my breath, a twisted grin spreading across my face as I leane
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Chapter: Chapter 26Clara’s pov Kai decided to show me around the palace, and let me tell you, this place was not built for peasants. It was massive. Like, “you’d-need-a-map-and-a-tour-guide-and-probably-a-snack-to-survive-it” kind of massive. Everything sparkled, from the marble floors that looked like they had never met a speck of dust in their entire luxurious lives, to the chandeliers that hung like royalty from the ceilings, dripping with crystals that could probably pay off my childhood debt… and a few future sins. “You like it?” Kai asked, glancing at me with a crooked smile as we walked through a golden-arched hallway lined with portraits of ancestors who all looked like they were born to rule or murder someone at a masquerade ball. I gave him a sweet smile. “It’s alright,” I said with a shrug. “You know, in a ‘this-could-be-a-castle-from-a-vampire and werewolf-romance-novel’ kinda way.” He chuckled softly. “That’s because it literally
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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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