"Take a seat," the mysterious man softly urged, his words tinged with concern, as he hoped to sway Aloha. Yet, her resolve remained unshaken, heedless of the impending consequences."My choice stands, no matter what," Aloha declared resolutely. With a gentle gesture, the man guided her to sit, and he began to weave his tale for her.The impact of his revelations left Aloha stunned, uncovering the driving force behind Ragnar's relentless cruelty and his disdain for witches and humans alike. It all traced back to humans, specifically Marvin's father—a human king who sought power and, in doing so, unleashed chaos."If all of this is true, then why do you continue to use your blood to transform humans against their will?" Aloha inquired, her voice filled with curiosity.A heavy silence settled upon the man. His gaze fell, marked by a profound sorrow and remorse. It was a silence so thick that it almost seemed as though tears might spill from his eyes, bearing the weight of his unspoken re
Ariel had stealthily slipped into Daphne's room the moment Ragnar had departed from the palace. Daphne's heart pounded with a cocktail of anxiety and determination as she saw this as her chance to confront Ariel. Her questions hung in the air, heavy and unspoken, like a storm about to unleash its fury.One by one, Daphne hurled her questions at Ariel, but Ariel's silence spoke volumes. Her wide eyes betrayed the fear that had taken root deep within her. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Ragnar might do if he were to uncover the truth she harbored. Ariel's faith in Aloha, her closest friend, was unwavering, and the thought of Ragnar turning against him was a nightmare she couldn't face.With a menacing edge in her voice, Daphne pressed on, her words laden with ominous intent. "Have you even considered the dire consequences if Ragnar becomes the one to unearth the secrets you're desperately concealing?"Ariel's heart raced faster, a crescendo of fear surging through her veins. She
Ragnar's heart raced as he tried to make sense of the unfolding chaos. His emotions were a swirling tempest, mirroring the dread that gripped his very core. He couldn't bring himself to accept the unthinkable truth that loomed before him."Did you really believe that Aurora's demise would go unanswered?" Ryan's voice quivered with smoldering intensity, his eyes ablaze with a vengeance that had simmered for centuries. "Yes, it may have occurred a hundred years past, but my thirst for revenge has never waned. Past attempts may have faltered, but this time, fate has smiled upon me."Jessica and Marcus stood frozen, their eyes wide like saucers, unable to fathom the gravity of the situation. In that room, only Ragnar and James grasped the tangled web of events. James, unable to contain his anger, clenched his fists, the turmoil in his veins like a destructive tempest. He had been the one to bring Ryan into the palace, unaware that he had unwittingly invited Ragnar's sworn enemy. Now, a tr
The car raced down the winding road, the tension inside palpable. James couldn't let go of the gnawing feeling that they were stepping into a potential danger zone."My king," he began, the anxiety in his voice evident, "it's vital we bring some guards with us to Marvins' pack. We're entering uncharted territory, and Marvins, well, he's got a mind like a labyrinth. We can't be certain if we're walking right into a trap."Ragnar's eyes burned with an unyielding determination, his knuckles whitening as they clenched the steering wheel. He exuded an aura of readiness as if preparing for a battle that promised no quarter, regardless of the odds."But, my king," James continued, his voice trembling with fear, "what if those abductions of our pack members were orchestrated by Mavins? What if this is all part of some grand, malevolent scheme..." James couldn't shake the fear that dark magic might be entangled in Marvin's web of plans. His greatest dread was for Ragnar's safety, but Ragnar's
They clung to each other in an embrace, an intimate moment that swept away Aloha's usual fear of Ragnar. She savored the scent of his Cologne, a comforting fragrance that wrapped around her, and his warm breath brushed against her nostrils. In that moment, it felt like she could stay nestled in his chest forever. Aloha's heart skipped a beat as she heard a low, soft "Humm" escape from Ragnar's lips. It was a sound she'd never heard from him before, and it sent a warm shiver down her spine. She realized how close they were and, with a sudden rush of self-consciousness, she reluctantly pulled away from him. Her gaze dropped to the ground, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She couldn't believe what she had just done – embracing the typically stoic and cold Ragnar. Ragnar, for his part, was surprised by the rush of emotions that had welled up within him during that close embrace. He had never been this close to a woman before, and it had awakened something in him
Aloha had sworn to herself that she'd never set foot in the Palace again. Yet, as she stepped out of the car, her eyes wandered over the regal structure, and an involuntary smile tugged at her lips. It was a fleeting moment, but one filled with a mix of nostalgia and trepidation.Her heart raced as she confirmed that Ragnar had already entered the elevator. Without hesitation, she rushed to join him and stepped inside. With a trembling hand, she pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator lurched into motion, carrying them upwards.As the doors opened, Ragnar strode out confidently, and Aloha trailed behind, her steps uncertain. To her surprise, the guards stationed along the path leading to Ragnar's chamber wore expressions of shock. They had likely heard the rumors that someone bearing a striking resemblance to her had been thrown into the palace dungeon. Their wide-eyed gazes made Aloha's stomach churn, and at that moment, she fervently hoped that her secret involvement in t
Take off your clothes, so I can apply balm to the bruises on your back," Ragnar repeated firmly, his tone unwavering. Aloha felt a sudden shock at the request, and her cheeks turned bright red with a mix of embarrassment and confusion."What? You want me to remove my clothes?" she stammered, her voice revealing her flustered state. Her mind raced, torn between the unexpectedness of his words and the wild thoughts they sparked. Her cheeks burned, and her eyes flickered with a jumble of untamed emotions.For a moment, she hesitated, her thoughts veering into a more sensual realm. She began to imagine strange scenarios, wondering if Ragnar had other intentions. Her mind wandered into forbidden territory.What if he started touching her inappropriately?What if he just wanted to see her naked, and that was his motive?But then, she abruptly snapped out of those sinful thoughts. Her fingers instinctively moved toward the ties of her garments. Just as she was about to undo them, Ragnar's vo
My king," Daphne began, her voice trembling with genuine concern, "I implore you, please don't place too much trust in Aloha." Her words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of urgency that was impossible to ignore. It was as though the gravity of her plea had cast a shadow over the room."I've heard unsettling rumors about her, and we simply cannot afford to place our trust in her again," she continued, her voice quivering as she laid bare her anxieties.Ragnar's curiosity was unmistakable, and a cloud of uncertainty masked his usual composure as he probed further, "What has she done?"Daphne had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda, as she aimed to tarnish Aloha's reputation and drive a wedge between herself and Ragnar. When Ariel had whispered to her about Aloha's confinement in Marvin's cage, she believed that discord had already been sown. Yet, it seemed that her work was far from finished.As Daphne sensed Ragnar's growing impatience, she finally unveiled the damning revelation, h
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