Since Ragnar's return from the hospital, a storm of self-blame has raged within him, a tempest that he directed squarely at himself for the harm he inflicted on an innocent soul—his beloved mate, Aloha.As he stood in his dimly lit library, his eyes scanned the books resting on his desk. He longed to find solace within their pages, to somehow extract the anger that gnawed at his heart. The torment inflicted by Ariel and their mother weighed heavily on him. But deep down, he knew that vengeance wouldn't quench the searing fury that consumed him."Perhaps tormenting the girl will bring us some respite," whispered Gorg, his wolf, and Ragnar reluctantly nodded in agreement.With a heavy sigh, he set aside the book he'd just picked up and headed toward the exit. A gnawing worry tugged at his thoughts—what if Ariel had divulged their secret to Aloha? Would she harbor anger towards her sister? These questions haunted him as he walked.But he realized that he must confront these uncertainties
As Ragnar grappled with the dilemma of how to address Aloha's distress, the urge to relieve her discomfort became overwhelming. He contemplated using cold water to cool the intense heat that enveloped them, but the boundaries between their emotions and desires blurred in the fiery moment they sharedRagnar had managed to free himself from Aloha's unexpected grip. Her emotions had caught him by surprise, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for her as he watched her troubled slumber. Concern etched deep lines on his face as he silently retreated to the bathroom, his mind consumed by the turmoil of emotions swirling within him. He filled a small bucket with cool water, each drop echoing the beating of his heart.As he approached the bed where Aloha lay, her brow glistening with a fevered sweat, he carefully laid a small towel on her forehead. His fingers grazed her skin gently, trying to offer her some comfort, to ease the fever that seemed to be consuming her. He sat down
Daphne's mind was a whirlwind of excitement as she daydreamed about her upcoming wedding. Her heart danced with joy, and she couldn't contain the bubbling emotions within her. It was as if a thousand butterflies had taken residence in her stomach, fluttering and tickling her insides. The anticipation was so overwhelming that for a few precious moments, she completely forgot about the existence of the third person in the room.She was on the verge of becoming the Mother of all the underworld, and that thought alone sent thrills down her spine. It was a destiny she had longed for, and now, it was within her grasp.Initially, Daphne had considered intervening in the undeniable chemistry between Ragnar and Aloha, but now, it was a moot point. Ragnar himself had just announced their impending wedding, sealing their fate together.Daphne couldn't resist stealing a glance at Aloha's expression. As a woman who had searched for love herself, she could read the emotions in Aloha's eyes like an
Effa's eyes remained locked on Aloha, filled with curiosity so strong it could pierce through steel. She had no magical secrets up her sleeve, nor any hidden treasure trove of knowledge to reveal. No, Effa's quest was simpler, more heartfelt. She yearned to unearth the answer to a question that was gnawing at her.Meanwhile, Aloha's heart overflowed with the yearning for her destined mate, the one soul who would fill the void in her life. The notion of having a cherished person, someone who would serve as her steadfast anchor in the unpredictable sea of existence, remained a captivating dream that Aloha cherished deeply.As the tension hung heavy in the air, Aloha took a deep breath, considering her options. She knew that Effa's connection to Ragnar, her beloved uncle, could potentially aid her cause. After all, Ragnar's affection for Effa was undeniable. But, she had one burning question to pose."Effa, do you truly believe you can help me, and more importantly, keep this shared secr
Effa stood by Aloha's side as she savored every bite of her meal. Once Aloha had devoured the last morsel, she gently untied the apron that clung to her figure. Slowly, she scrubbed her hands in the sink, all the while casting a glance at Effa, her face adorned with a heartwarming smile.In that very moment, Effa felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and acceptance from the Ragnar family. It didn't guarantee that the wedding was off the table, but it ignited a spark of hope within her. She longed to believe that Effa's presence might just open a door to Ragnar's heart."You know, I've always been thankful for you saving my life, even though I've been nothing but a pain to you," Effa confessed, her sincerity hanging in the air, causing Aloha to blush.Aloha's response was equally genuine, "You don't need to apologize. Spending years in a coma isn't easy. I understand it must have changed you, making you seem distant, but I've always known you had a kind heart." Aloha's words brought a c
"She can take her seat and eat" Ragnar's voice softened, and Aloha couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise. She hadn't anticipated that Ragnar would agree to Effa's request."Thank you, Uncle," Effa replied, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, and she used a subtle nod to invite Aloha to sit beside her. Aloha nodded back and made her way to Effa's side. Her gaze, however, kept returning to Ragnar, who appeared lost in the culinary delights before him.Meanwhile, a storm of anger brewed in Daphne's eyes, her frustration and resentment almost palpable. As Aloha passed her, Daphne couldn't hold back a faint, frustrated sigh. Finally, Aloha arrived at Effa's side, doing her best to ignore the bitter emotion that emanated from Daphne's glare.Effa rose and served Aloha, not out of a burning affection for her, but rather as a deliberate attempt to unnerve Daphne. Her disdain for Daphne ran deep, rooted not only in suspicions that she had a hand in the loss of her lover, the guard, but als
Standing at Ragnar's door, Aloha drew in a deep breath, her heart racing with panic. Regret gnawed at her for not confessing her sins to the king the moment she returned to the palace.She longed to see Marcus, to feel his reassuring presence before embarking on this treacherous mission. But she steeled herself, whispering within, "A person dies only once, and if this is my fate, so be it."Despite the ache in her heart when she thought of Marcus and Jessica, she refrained from saying her goodbyes, especially to Marcus.On the other hand, Jessica, with a gentle smile gracing her lips, held hope in her heart, knowing that Aloha must have made amends with Beta James."I hope James treats her like the angel she is now, not the jerk he once was," she mused, picturing James' perpetually furrowed brow, mirroring the king's.At least, if these were her final moments, Aloha realized that reminiscing about the people she loved and those who had grown dear to her would make her last moments tru
"My king," Aloha whispered, her voice trembling with an overwhelming blend of longing and passion.Her whispered words ignited a fiery desire within Ragnar. He yearned to claim her, to make her his, but he exercised restraint, craving to stoke her desire even more.Leaning in, his lips met Aloha's breast, and a surge of electrifying sensation coursed through her body like a tempest. In that very moment, she arched backward, granting Ragnar greater access to her desires. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she surrendered to the intoxicating symphony of moans that enveloped them.A wave of embarrassment washed over Aloha as the first moan escaped her lips, a sound she'd never made before.Ragnar's hand moved to her second breast, and he gently squeezed the bud, causing Aloha's thigh to involuntarily clench and release. A subtle warmth seeped into her pants, and she couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.Ragnar, keenly attuned to her desires and inner turmoil, continued to lavish attenti
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