In the heart of the enchanting palace, two seamstresses attended to the imposing body of King Ragnar inside his chamber, they worked diligently, knowing better than to approach or speak to the formidable King.Ragnar's towering physique and striking features always left the seamstresses in awe. As they deftly draped a ceremonial cloak over his broad shoulders, they couldn't help but marvel at his commanding presence.The King, lost in his thoughts, finally asked, in a voice that carried authority, "Have my meals been prepared?"One of the seamstresses bowed respectfully and replied, "Your Highness, as you instructed, no one has cooked your food."Ragnar's brow furrowed, concerned about Aloha's defiance of his orders. He decided to investigate further. "What of Aloha? summon Aloha immediately," he instructed firmly. "I want to know why she dared to defy my orders. There will be consequences for her actions." The seamstress, though trembling slightly, not knowing how to tell the King,
Amid the quiet ward, George focused on the task at hand – attending to Jessica, who lay on a bed with a grimace of pain etched on her face. His fingers moved with gentle precision as he touched her forearm, inquiring softly, "Are you feeling any pain here?"Just as Jessica was about to respond, the entrance swung open, revealing James. An unexpected pang of jealousy surged within him as he witnessed George's attentive touch on Jessica. James' commanding Beta voice, laced with possessiveness, cut through the air, "George, that's enough. Come here."Startled by the sudden interruption, George swiftly withdrew his hand and turned to face James, his expression a mix of deference and curiosity. "Of course, Beta." He left Jessica's side and walked over to James, his demeanor respectful.George approached James with a respectful nod, his posture displaying deference. "Greetings, Beta," he murmured, his voice a soft undercurrent in the room's hushed atmosphere.James' gaze held a hint of inte
As the soft, beckoning words brushed against Jessica's ears, she obeyed their unspoken command and ventured into the clinic. A potent blend of curiosity and urgency propelled her steps forward. She harbored a strong belief that the voice's source could only be Doctor George. With each advancing footfall, her resolve deepened, and upon reaching the entrance, she surreptitiously eased the door ajar.Her intent was clear – to listen in. Jessica edged closer to the door, her body melding seamlessly with the wall as she strained to capture every syllable uttered within. A surge of exhilaration coursed through her veins as she embarked on this secret quest to unveil the mysteries hidden behind closed doors.Within the clinic, George's voice wove through the air, intertwining with the muted cadence of his conversation over the phone with Marvins. Like fragments of a puzzle, snippets of their discourse reached her ears, piecing together an enigmatic narrative.George's voice carried a grave c
The next morning crept in with the first traces of daylight filtering into the room, casting a soft glow upon the walls. Aloha's eyes blinked open, her mind gradually awakening from the haze of unconsciousness. As reality settled in, she found herself bound, the restraints confining her movements. Confusion welled up within her as she assessed her situation, wondering how she had ended up in this predicament.Frustration ignited as she tugged at the shackles that held her down, attempting to free herself from their grasp. Her efforts were in vain, the restraints unyielding. A flicker of anger ignited within her, fueled by the realization that her twin sister Ariel had once again played a part in her troubles.Aloha's fingers twitched with an instinct to use her witch powers, but her attempts were met with resistance. A sense of helplessness washed over her as she recognized that her powers had been nullified within these walls. A growl of frustration escaped her lips, a testament to
The car sliced through the road, the air thick with an unsaid tension ever since James had left the Southern Pack. His mind swirled with thoughts, a torrent of worries about the mess he was returning to.As he drove Aloha back to the Palace, he wrestled with uncertainty. Was it a wise choice or a disastrous one? He'd stood by his Alpha for years, learning so much about him. But a chilling doubt crept in—what if history repeated itself, and like his past mate, Aloha met a grim fate? The weight of Grandma Maria's words from last night clung to him.In a rush, Grandma Maria had burst into his room. How she'd learned about the increasing dominance of the king demon over him, and the near-fatal encounter, remained a mystery. He'd almost asked her about it, but another question tumbled out before he could."Grandma Maria, bringing Aloha back to the palace... it doesn't sit right. The king's been consumed by something darker lately. And Aloha's presence, it's more like a danger, you know? Mo
Right after Marcus said goodbye to Ariel, a rush of joy flooded over him. Seeing Ariel back filled him with hope – hope that she could now fully focus on helping Jessica heal. With an eager grin, he headed back to the kitchen, eager to share the incredible news with Jessica. He knew she'd find solace in the fact that Aloha was back, a glimmer of hope in their challenging situation.His heart danced as he walked towards the kitchen, anticipation making his steps lighter. But then, as if out of nowhere, he spotted Dara, one of Ariel's close friends, walking towards him. Panic fluttered inside him; he hadn't anticipated this encounter. Ever since that awkward moment with Aloha in the kitchen, Marcus had been evading Dara. He desperately wanted to avoid any rift between the two people he deeply cherished.Dara's voice rang out, "Well, hello there, handsome Marcus!" Caught off guard, Marcus forced a smile onto his face and turned to face her, attempting to appear at ease."Dara, i didn't s
Ariel's heart raced as she followed Beta through the unfamiliar corridors, her nerves dancing on the edge of panic. Yet, her wide eyes couldn't help but wander in awe, taking in the intricate designs of the bulbs hanging from the ceiling, the elegant frame adorning the wall, and the ornate ceiling fan spinning lazily above. Her mind couldn't help but drift to alternate possibilities, imagining how her life might have unfolded if fate had taken a different turn – if her womb hadn't been damaged, casting her into the role of a breeder for the enigmatic Ragnar. She had never met the imposing Alpha in person before, but now, as she walked in his footsteps, she was granted the chance to finally cross paths. As her thoughts flitted between apprehension and curiosity, she yearned for things to go smoothly, to make a lasting impression. The rapid thudding of her heart only underscored her unease, memories of the past week's tumultuous revelations playing vividly in her mind. The sudden acc
Ariel stayed in his warm embrace, hoping for his lips to meet hers. But, nothing happened as she thought. She held onto the scent of his cologne that filled her senses.Time seemed to stretch, and then Ragnar slowly let go of the hug, leaving Ariel feeling disappointed. She thought he would kiss her passionately, but he didn't. Looking at his expression, though, she understood. Marvin had warned her that Ragnar was not easy to understand, not one to be easily tempted. He was distant and reserved.Ariel's lips curved into a small smile. It seemed that Marvin didn't know everything about his twin sister's progress in winning Ragnar's heart.They locked eyes for a lingering moment. Ariel noticed Ragnar's face, and he met her gaze. A shared understanding passed between them. But then he turned away, taking a step back. Yet, even as he moved, he still felt Ariel's eyes on him, as if she could see into his very soul.After a stretch of silence that hung heavy, Ragnar finally broke it with 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