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
Ximena swiftly snatched the spell book from Tesla's chamber, her heart pounding like a trapped bird. She concealed it in a hidden nook, praying that no one had noticed her daring theft. With the prized time in her trembling hands, she slipped out of the room.Just as she thought she had escaped undetected, Ximena stumbled into Aloha's chamber. Aloha had been anxiously pacing the floor, her eyes darting with unease."Did you really think there might be a spell to undo it?" Aloha asked, her voice quivering as she reached out to take the stolen book.Ximena hesitated, her own nerves jangling like a taut wire. "Aloha, I can't say for sure," she replied, her eyes darting back to the door. She stood there, a silent guardian, ready to sound the alarm if anyone approached.Aloha's fingers traced anxiously over the pages of the spell book, her hopes gradually fading as she couldn't find the spell she desperately sought. Confusion knit her brows together, and a sigh of frustration almost escape
"I said it, I've been looking at the person, and I know it's you, Ariel. Ariel, how are you doing? It's been the longest time," the voice chimed in, carrying an unmistakable tone of familiarity and joy.Ariel's heart skipped a beat, and a wave of fear washed over her. Her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and dread.Frozen in her tracks, Ariel's mind raced as she searched for a way to respond, her eyes locked onto the speaker, her past catching up with her in a way she had never imagined.In an instant, she inhaled, mastering her racing heart. With a deft turn of her head and a feigned air of obliviousness, she carried on, continuing to pick items off the shelf alongside Marcus. Yet, the approaching footsteps grew nearer until a touch landed on Ariel's arm."Are you trying to ignore me?" the voice pressed, its tone a blend of curiosity and a touch of hurt. Unwavering, Ariel held her ground, her smile unyielding, her eyes still fixed on the shelves. She had to be strong, to keep
Ragnar stepped out of the car, a sense of familiarity and distance washing over him. It felt like ages since he had last set foot in this restaurant, the exact years slipping from his memory. The last visit, a century ago perhaps, was shared with his mate. Back then, he had resolved to follow in his father's footsteps, to give another witch a chance in his life, an endeavor that had disastrously led him astray.The restaurant's sight reignited a rush of memories, but Ragnar attempted to push aside the haunting recollections that clung to him.Just as the car door closed behind Daphne, her elegant form descended gracefully, a portrait of regal confidence. Each step she took seemed to resonate with an air of nobility. She positioned herself beside the king without seeking permission, her awareness that Ragnar wouldn't extend any gentleness evident. She boldly intertwined her fingers with his, nestling her head against his shoulder.Ragnar's countenance underwent a swift transformation,
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a blanket of dusk, Aloha found herself standing at the precipice of twilight. The weight of her decision hung in the air, a decision to unravel the very spell she had woven, a spell that had unleashed a sickness upon the land. Gratitude swelled within her chest whenever she thought of Ximena, the friend who had stood by her side through this ordeal. Each passing day since Ximena's intervention had been colored with a newfound joy, the joy of knowing that redemption was within reach. Yet, a veil of uncertainty lingered. Would her incantation be potent enough to untangle the web of suffering she had inadvertently created? A quiet hope embraced her, gently urging her to believe in the magic she was about to conjure.In the midst of this pivotal moment, the door swung open, and there stood Ximena, a bundle of herbs and essences cradled in her arms. "Are you prepared?" Ximena's voice, a soothing balm, washed over Aloha. With a determined nod, Aloha
Now chapter.A burly figure emerged into view, and without needing an introduction, the trio knew that this man must be the leader of their captors."What's the meaning of this? Why have you kidnapped us, you rascals?" Marcus shouted in frustration, his words dripping with anger and confusion. He couldn't have known how deeply his words would affect their captors.Before Marcus could fully grasp the consequences of his outburst, the guards flanking the husky leader reacted swiftly. One of them delivered a resounding slap to Marcus's face, causing him to recoil in pain. Jessica's body tensed, her eyes drilling into the guard who had struck Marcus."Are you all right?" Jessica asked, genuine concern etched into her voice as she turned her attention to Marcus, her worry evident in the slight nod he gave in response."What on earth do you think you're accomplishing? Do you honestly believe that our King won't mount a search for his missing servants? If he discovers your hand in this, I as
"You actually did that?" Jessica's voice reverberated through the tense air, a mix of shock and anger painting her expression. Marcus had just confessed how he daringly swiped a phone from one of the guards, using it to divert Ryan and igniting a glimmer of hope in their seemingly dire situation.A spark of realization lit up Ariel's eyes as she absorbed Marcus's words. "So you're saying there's a chance for us to survive this? A chance for me to break free from that sinister man's clutches?" The gravity of the moment hung in her question, and Marcus confirmed her hopes with a solemn nod. A chorus of butterflies seemed to take flight within Ariel, a rush of emotions too complex to define whirling within her chest.Ariel had been openly displaying her fear and desperation, her pleas echoing like that of a frightened child, begging her companions not to abandon her. The afternoon had been relentless, especially after their captor divulged the chilling truth that only Ariel would not eme
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