Before making his way to the mistress's chamber, James found himself in the palace garden. There, he discovered Grandma Maria, carefully tending to the blossoming flowers. With a furrow etched onto his brow, he confided in her about the troubling state of the king. Frustration tinged his words as he criticized Granny's unwavering trust in the seer's predictions. The weight of his concern lay heavy in his voice, fueled by the fear that the palace's inhabitants might suffer should the king's demons truly gain control. His heart ached with the thought of the potential consequences.However, Granny's response served as a counterbalance to his apprehension. She held fast to the belief that Aloha was the key to Ragnar's salvation, a belief that softened James's worries and provided a glimmer of hope. Her calm words acted like a soothing balm on his restless soul.With a mixture of doubt and frustration, James entered Daphne's chamber. His steps were hesitant, laden with unspoken thoughts an
Beside Aloha stood Ximena, Tesla, Tiara, and Marvins. Dread clenched her heart as she readied herself for what she was about to do. With a mix of determination and anxiety on her face, she turned to Marvins, her eyes holding a glimmer of hope. It was as if she wanted to appeal to his reason, even though the odds were slim. She hesitated, uncertain if she could truly change Marvins' mind. But the risk was worth it, even in the face of Tiara's cold gaze that usually silenced her.Summoning her courage, she addressed Marvins, her voice quivering but resolute, "Isn't there a way I can do this without causing harm to everyone? If I manipulate the water in the palace, perhaps only Ragnar would be affected."Tiara, however, dismissed her words with a roll of her eyes. "Stop with the excuses. Just admit you can't hurt Ragnar because you're still in love with him."Aloha's eyes blazed with a mixture of frustration and determination. "It's not just about Ragnar. My twin sister is there, along w
In the quiet confines of the clinic, the sickly fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie pallor over the sterile white room. George, engrossed in his medical texts, seemed almost a part of the pale environment. The atmosphere held a heaviness, a reminder of pain and healing.Ariel's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and head throbbing. Weakness permeated every inch of her body, as if her very essence had been drained. As she glanced around, her eyes locked onto George, who had been absorbed in his reading until her awakening snapped him out of it. With a swift, practiced motion, he dropped the book onto the table and rushed to her side."Don't force yourself up," his voice was gentle yet firm, "you've lost too much blood." Ariel turned her head toward the source of the voice, her eyes gradually focusing on George's concerned face approaching her."How did I end up here?" Ariel's voice was a fragile thread, punctuated by the persistent pounding in her temples."Thank
"What? What did I just hear?" The words hung heavy, like a storm cloud ready to burst. George and Ariel felt their hearts race, gripped by sudden fear. The voices that had danced between them now felt like exposed secrets. George, caught mid-motion as he was about to bite Ariel, stumbled back as if the ground had turned treacherous. His gaze dropped to the floor, and his claws retracted, as the imposing presence of Raganar materialized before him.Ariel's heart pounded like a drum. She dreaded the idea of the king uncovering their hushed conversation. And then, he entered. With him came a freezing breeze of tension and suppressed anger. His eyes pierced through George, yet he took no immediate action. The king walked past him, his destination on the edge of Ariel's bed. Her attempt to rise was cut short by the sheer presence of King Ragnar. His voice was steady but commanding, "Stay down.""Okay, Your Highness," Ariel's voice trembled, a witness to the charged atmosphere.Unexpected
Ragnar cradled Ariel gently in his arms, his powerful yet careful grip displaying a tenderness that contrasted his imposing figure. As they moved toward the palace, James, keenly aware of Ragnar's desires, had orchestrated a silent symphony of cooperation among the workers. The path lay empty, devoid of prying eyes, a testament to the bond between Alpha and Beta. Ragnar strolled through this deserted thoroughfare, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he deduced James's involvement. A soft chuckle escaped him, a knowing acknowledgment of his Beta's skillful maneuverThe thought of the palace staff witnessing him carry Ariel, however, pricked at Ragnar's pride. His stature demanded respect and authority, qualities that didn't align with such a delicate display of affection. The idea of their questioning glances felt like an affront to his position, a challenge he wasn't ready to face.Meanwhile, Ariel's senses were attuned to the proximity of the man who held her. The fragrance t
As the food lodged in Aloha's throat, the fiery bite of pepper sent shockwaves through her senses. Ximena, quick on her feet, sprung into action. She rushed to Aloha's side, concern etched on her face. With a sense of urgency, Ximena stood behind Aloha and performed the Heimlich maneuver, her arms firmly encircling Aloha's waist."Hey, take a deep breath and relax," Ximena said calmly, her voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos. She exerted a firm upward thrust, hoping to dislodge the obstructing morsel.Aloha's eyes widened, her hands instinctively clutching at Ximena's forearms. Panic had set in, but Ximena's presence was a lifeline. Aloha's face reddened, tears welled up, but she managed to nod in understanding.After a few tense seconds that felt like an eternity, Aloha's body convulsed with a violent cough. The offending food popped out, and Aloha took in a desperate gulp of air. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her composure.Ximena's grip on Aloha remained gentle yet r
Laughter and lively chatter filled the air around the dining table, where Marcus, Jessica, and the jovial Ryan were savoring a delicious meal. Plates clinked as forks and knives danced between bites, and the room resonated with the sounds of their enjoyment.Amid the shared jokes and humorous anecdotes, Ryan leaned towards Marcus, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," Ryan began with a chuckle, "it's still unbelievable to my ears that the cold Alpha carried Aloha from the clinic to her room."Marcus paused, his laughter subsiding, and turned his attention to Ryan. An intrigued smile tugged at his lips. "And what do you make of that?" he asked, genuinely curious.Ryan's grin widened, his expressive face lighting up. "I'm thinking... what if the king actually likes Aloha?" Ryan's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, drawing Marcus in.Astonished, Marcus leaned back slightly, his brow furrowing. "Come on, Ryan. Someone as icy and severe as Ragnar? You can't seriously believe
Stepping into the Ragnar chamber, Ariel couldn't help but plaster on a wide smile. The prospect of slipping into Aloha's shoes for a while had a certain thrill to it. She half-expected Ragnar to welcome her with his usual sternness, but deep down, she hoped for a change - a genuine smile, a warmer reception.However, her hopes sank like a stone when she saw Ragnar's expression. It was as cold as an icy breeze, instantly dampening her excitement. The disparity between her imagination and reality was like a splash of cold water.Yet, Ariel wasn't ready to back down. She was determined to alter the mood in the room. It wasn't just about her pride; it was about something more complex. Daphne's hurtful actions still lingered like a bitter taste in her mouth, motivating her to take action. With a firm resolve, she believed that maybe, just maybe, she could change Ragnar's disposition and likewise get back at Daphhe tooHer mind spun with possibilities. She had once believed Aloha to be frag
As the wedding ceremony came to a close, King Ragnar wasted no time in whisking Aloha away to their private chambers. Without waiting for the congratulatory wishes of their guests, he gently laid her on the bed and began undressing.Aloha watched him with an affectionate fascination, her eyes roaming over his powerful, well-built physique as if seeing it for the first time. The mere sight of him caused Ragnar's whole body to tremble, and Aloha couldn't help but be delighted by the effect she had on him. Her excitement was palpable, yet she managed to contain it.In a bold move, her hand ventured toward his hardened length, her fingers lightly caressing him. She felt his arousal respond to her touch, and she began to stroke him gently and sensuously, kindling the flames of desire between them.A low moan slipped past Ragnar's lips as Aloha continued to work her magic on his rod, her skillful touch electrifying his body. His desire surged, and Ragnar found himself torn between the inten
Amidst Aloha's persistent coughing, she desperately attempted to break free from Ragnar's powerful hold. It seemed impossible to overpower him. "Ragnar, please, you have to fight this," Aloha implored, her voice trembling with emotion. "Our baby needs you. I love you, and we both love you. Please, come back to us." In that very moment, Ragnar's eyes slowly returned to their normal state, and he released his grip on Aloha's neck. As he regained consciousness, a heavy wave of guilt washed over him, and he began to beg Aloha. "Forgive me," he pleaded, his hands trembling as they gently explored Aloha's trembling form. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry." "I'm alright, it's not your fault," Aloha reassured him, her voice filled with understanding and compassion. As Ragnar's gaze fell to the ground, he saw the remnants of what he had used to possess Daphne's body. "I'm sorry you had to see this side of me," Ragnar admitted, his voice heavy with regret. In that moment, Aloha drew h
"What did you do to Effa's mother, who started talking?" Aloha's command rang out, her eyes no longer her own, glowing with an eerie deep blue radiance. The aura emanating from her left even Ragnar, the mighty king, feeling uneasy.In response, something inexplicable entered Daphne's body. She struggled against an irresistible urge to speak the truth. Her eyes opened wide, as if she were in a trance, compelled to divulge the well-guarded secrets she had hidden deep within."I've always longed for Ragnar to be mine," Daphne's voice trembled as the truth spilled out. "My world crumbled when he introduced a witch as his mate. At first, he told me it was merely for procreation, and I reluctantly accepted. But my heartache deepened when he began developing genuine feelings for her. Despite his past history with witches, his newfound connection with her grew stronger, and I felt cast aside."Daphne's face contorted with the torment of her revelations. "Ragnar's aunt shared the same affectio
Aloha stormed into Daphne's room, her anger seething in her eyes. She had originally intended to knock, but her fury had gotten the best of her, and she barged in."Why don't you just chastise him? I'm here. Why not try to kill my baby now?" Aloha confronted Daphne, leaving her taken aback. Daphne struggled to find the words to respond, initially offering a nervous smirk and feigning ignorance to Aloha's accusations.Finally, she managed to stammer, "What are you saying, Aloha? Why on earth would I want to harm the precious heir of my king?" Daphne continued to pretend as though she had no idea what Aloha was talking about."Really, do you want this baby to be born?" Aloha inquired, her expression taking on a strange and unfamiliar intensity. She drew nearer to Daphne and whispered into her ear. Daphne could feel a strange aura in Aloha's breath that sent shivers down her spine, an unusual reaction for her."Try to harm my baby again, and I will be forced to use a spell on you. Have y
It had been seven long days since Ragnar declared to Aloha that he would marry Daphne. Now, with just three days left until the wedding, the palace buzzed with whispers and gossip. Every maid seemed to be talking about it, and some were even cruel enough to mock Aloha. She found solace in staying indoors, as Ragnar had lifted the ban that made her his personal maid. He no longer sought her presence.Aloha never imagined it would be this difficult. Today marked Jessica's departure from the palace. She had lingered, hoping James would have a change of heart and they could resolve their differences, but James had ensured they stayed far apart.As was the custom for the palace maids, they gathered to bid farewell to anyone leaving for good. Aloha felt an inner conflict; she could have made excuses to avoid this gathering, given the constant mockery from the other maids. They believed she had used witchcraft to ensnare Ragnar ever since they learned he had spent a night in her room.Amidst
"Comes in," Raganr's voice trembled as she approached the door, fully aware that Ragnar had likely caught her scent.She attempted to hide the transformation she'd undergone, a desperate attempt to win Ragnar over. With hesitation, she gently pushed the door open. As she stepped into the room, her gaze fixated on the woman sleeping in Ragnar's bed.For a moment, it felt as if her blood had frozen in her veins. The fire in her eyes could have scorched Aloha, and thoughts of transforming into her wolf form and baring her heart raced through her mind."What are you doing? Are you just going to stand there?" Ragnar's voice, frigid and piercing, brought her back to reality. Startled, she swiftly changed her expression, masking her turmoil with a sober demeanor."My king, you never ask me what's wrong, but you choose to protect the maid and hurt your woman in the process," Daphne said, her face feigning hurt and pain."If you've come here to lie, I suggest you find your way out of here," R
After James bid farewell to Ragnar, and Ragnar found love anew, a rush of astonishment washed over James as he witnessed the abrupt transformation in his king. Everything had shifted in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't contain his joy for the long-awaited redemption that was finally within Ragnar's grasp, after years of bearing the burden of the curse that had befallen him when he killed his first mate.A grin adorned James' face as he observed his king's eagerness to enter Aloha's chamber. Yet, his gaze shifted to Jessica's room, where he longed to enfold his own beloved mate, to satisfy the desires that had been awakened by Aloha's enchanting moans.Stepping into Jessica's room, he found her pacing nervously. She clutched a piece of paper, swiftly hiding it as their eyes met. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, she managed a smile."What brings you here, Beta?" Jessica inquired, her tone laced with respect. Without a word, James gently seized Jessica and drew her close to his
"I love you," Ragnar confessed, his voice quivering with the weight of his emotions. He finally pulled away from Aloha, allowing her some breathing room to adjust her disheveled dress. Aloha couldn't help but blush, her heart racing, as Ragnar repeated those three simple, yet profound words.Maybe Effa had been right, Aloha thought. Effa's advice had echoed in her mind when she had told her to go and seduce Ragnar, to make him forget about Daphne.In that moment, there was a mere one-inch gap between Aloha and Ragnar. When he noticed that she had finished dressing, he couldn't resist the urge to draw her closer. She melted into his embrace, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne."Why aren't you responding? I said I love you," Ragnar sang the song of love once more, his voice laced with longing. Aloha, overcome with emotion, finally found her voice."I love you too," she whispered, her words a revelation of her true feelings. As those words left her lips, they ignited an inten
In a dimly lit chamber, Ragnar was knee-deep in werewolf matters. He was grappling with their concerns, striving to be the best leader his pack deserved. At the same time, James cautiously unrolled a parchment and placed it into Ragnar's hands, a treasure trove of news and requests.As Ragnar's sharp gaze raced across the inked lines, his countenance underwent a dramatic transformation. His eyes widened, and his face contorted, as he encountered a message that left him utterly flabbergasted. It was a series of congratulatory notes from various quarters: an Alpha, a ruler of the underworld, and even a notable human figure, all extending their warm wishes for his upcoming nuptials to Daphne.In a fit of frustration, Ragnar clenched his fist, and with a swift swivel of his chair, he turned to confront James. The parchment remained untouched, the pen still as an obedient pet. He had read the first, the second, and the third, but the succession of five congratulatory scrolls had ignited a