"Hey there, Your Highness, we're en route to the palace," James declared soothingly, trying to ease Alpha Ragnar's unease. Just then, he stepped outside and slipped into a different car.Although he had initially intended to join the others, his wolf's giggles at their mate's scent made him hesitate. Just as he was about to climb into the car, he noticed Jessica entering his personal vehicle, while Marcus and Ariel settled into the second one. So, he withdrew and let out a sigh, not wanting Jessica to misconstrue his reluctance to share the same car with her as a rejection.Furthermore, he didn't want Jessica to believe that he was avoiding her due to her vulnerability.Elf, always quick to comment, chimed in, "You know, this is the first time you've actually cared about how our mate perceive your actions." James and his wolf exchanged a nonchalant shrug, and he made his way toward the second car. The guard behind the wheel was about to start the engine when James rapped on the window
As James met Ragnar's gaze, a knot of apprehension tightened in his chest. He could sense the tension in the air, all in the way Ragnar fixed his eyes on Jessica. She was explaining the kidnapper's message about Ariel, but to James, her words were drowned out by his racing heart.He desperately wished he could convince himself that Jessica meant nothing to him, but the fear that gripped Ragnar's expression was a cold reminder of his true feelings. The idea of Ragnar finding fault in Jessica filled him with a deep sense of dread, a dread that seemed to claw at the edges of his mind.Just as James was spiraling into his own anxious thoughts, Ragnar's voice cut through the tension, pulling him back from the brink of his fears."We'll meet the kidnapper later. Right now, we need to have a private discussion with Jessica," Ragnar said firmly. "Aloha, you can return to your room, and Marcus, you can go back to your duties."Marcus, upon hearing Ragnar's words, glanced briefly at his friend,
James trod softly down the dimly illuminated hallway, his footsteps echoing faintly in the gloom. He moved in complete silence, his unwavering loyalty leading him through the cold, oppressive corridor. His every step marked his dedication to his king.They were on a treacherous journey, heading deeper into the fortress than anyone dared to venture. The dungeon they sought was shrouded in legends and fearsome tales, a place that had remained hidden from the world. James, his face a portrait of steadfast determination, followed his monarch as they approached the dungeon's entrance.As they arrived, James gestured subtly to the guards who stood sentinel at the dungeon's foreboding door. With a synchronized effort, the guards pushed the heavy door open, revealing the heart of darkness within. Without hesitation, James entered, the king trailing closely behind.Inside, the dungeon was a macabre symphony of dread. Its frigid atmosphere was a relentless assailant, penetrating their very soul
As Ragnar posed the question to Daphne, the weight of his words hung in the air like a storm cloud on the horizon. At that very moment, Daphne's eyes quivered, dancing with a mixture of fear and uncertainty, emotions swirling like a tempest within her. "My king," she stammered, her voice trembling like a leaf caught in the wind, "I thought you were returning from the dungeon." Her words were tinged with a sense of apprehension as if she dared not tread further down this uncertain path. Ragnar nodded solemnly, his gaze locked onto her like a hawk eyeing its prey. "Yes," he replied, his voice soft yet commanding, "but I couldn't help but wonder if you might wish to confront the kidnapper yourself. Your presence here," he continued, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of Daphne's lips, "suggests a desire to administer justice upon those who have wronged our faithful servants." Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that perhaps the king saw her as more than just a mere subject. Dap
The guard's rough grip on Aloha was unrelenting as she desperately tried to push him away. His overpowering masculinity made it seem impossible for her to break free. Her power, once free and fierce, was now cruelly caged, rendering her defenseless.In the dimly lit, dank prison cell, fear consumed Aloha. She couldn't help but wonder if this night would be another harrowing encounter she wasn't prepared for. Panic coursed through her veins, and her eyes brimmed with tears as the guard's callous hand seized both of her trembling wrists. With a forceful shove, he sent her crashing to the unforgiving ground.Aloha's heart pounded in her chest as the guard loomed over her. His iron grip pinned both her hands mercilessly to the cold, hard floor. In a brutal, heart-wrenching act, his second hand ripped apart the flimsy fabric that covered her body, exposing her vulnerable breasts to the cruel, predatory world.The guard's eyes gleamed with a sinister, lustful desire that seemed to know no b
Aloha felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare, a waking hell that she had unwittingly wished upon herself. In this moment, her thoughts spiraled into a whirlpool of despair. Even if by some miracle she managed to escape this perilous predicament, where could she possibly go? She was cornered, her options dwindling with each passing second.But now, she faced an excruciating choice, one that clawed at her conscience. It was a choice between saving her own skin or betraying Ragnar, the enigmatic guardian of the document hidden within the depths of the king's library.Aloha's regret ran deep, tracing its roots back to the day she had stumbled upon that fateful document. It had seemed like a treasure trove of secrets, an unparalleled revelation. She had been fascinated by the existence of humans who knew about the supernatural world, and her discovery had felt like a beacon of hope. Yet, in this moment of dire consequence, that knowledge had become a noose around her neck, tightening w
Ariel lay huddled on the cold, unforgiving ground, her heart racing like a wild stallion. The approaching figures drew near, and with each step they took, her desperation grew. There was no turning back; she was trapped in the darkness, hidden from their view, or so she hoped. With a surge of raw, visceral fear, she reached out, her trembling hand gripping the person's leg just as they paused beside her. The figure stumbled, collapsing with a thud that resonated through Ariel's trembling body. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation and dread. Ariel's breaths came fast and shallow as she seized a nearby cup, her trembling fingers wrapping around it. She struck with all the force her fear and determination could muster, the metallic clang echoing through the silent room. Blow after blow rained down, an onslaught of emotion-fueled strikes, until the person lay still and unmoving. Ariel stood there, her hands trembling like autumn leaves in the wind. Relief washed over her
Daphne felt lost and confused after her encounter with the kidnapper. Each step she took seemed to lead her deeper into uncertainty. His words about "Aloha being planted in the Palace" echoed in her mind like an unsolved puzzle, leaving her with a sense of unease and a feeling of being lost in a sea of mysteries.As she neared her chamber's entrance, her thoughts were interrupted by a surprising sight. Princess Effa stood there, recently returning from a long trip to Portland. She had gone to study medicine and help George, the palace healer.Effa herself had been in a coma once, so she understood the emotions of the patients she now cared for. She had experienced the pain her mother went through during a severe illness that eventually took her life.Effa's own experience with Aloha saving her had a profound impact on her. It deepened her connection to the suffering of others and fueled her strong desire to heal and comfort those in pain, much like Aloha herself.Aloha, a witch, mende
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