Aloha walked out of the grand doors of the King's chamber, her head held low and her heart heavy with disappointment. For three days, she had waited outside the chamber, hoping to gain an audience with the king. But each time, she was turned away, told that the king was too busy to see her. She knew it was wrong to try and see him without an invitation, but she couldn't help the feelings that were growing inside her. Aloha had always been a firm believer in maintaining a professional distance between herself and the king, but she couldn't shake off the attraction that had been building up inside her. Moreover, she heard that the king hadn't demanded food from the kitchen for three days, yet he didn't ask for her. She tried communicating with Marcus, but he was always asking her about the spell, and she has been distracted lately, so she hasn't been able to practice the spell book. As she was walking back to her quarters, one of the maids approached her, “Aloha, the king's mistress
Alpha heart sank as the king spoke. “Aloha,” he said, his voice serious. “I have decided to send you to the Northern pack.” Her mind raced with fear and confusion. Had the Mistress been right? Did the King want to get rid of her? “Is something wrong, master?” she asked, her voice trembling. The King gave her a stern look. “You know your place, slave,” he said. “You will obey my orders unquestionably. Get ready, my Beta will take you there tomorrow.” Aloha felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself and nodded. “Yes, master,” she said quietly. Ragnar simply walked away, leaving Aloha alone to contemplate her fate. Tears threatened to spill over as she realized there was nothing she could do to change the king's mind. She was a slave, after all. Her fate was in the hands of her master. As the sun began to set, Aloha made her way to the clinic inside the Palace. George was a doctor there, and he was the only one she trusted enough to confide in. She needed so
Alpha Ragnar stood by the tinted glass, his curiosity piqued as he watched Aloha from afar. There was an air of elegance about her, but something in her demeanor suggested that she was eagerly anticipating someone's arrival before she would get into her car.He couldn't help but wonder who Aloha was waiting for. Were Marcus and George her close friends, or perhaps someone more special? It bothered him to think that she might be missing them already, as he knew the longing expression that coursed through her face while she looked around.Alpha Ragnar's frustration grew, and he clenched his fist tightly, trying to push away the emotions that were bothering him. "Why am I getting so worked up? It doesn't matter if she desires anyone," he muttered, trying to convince himself that Aloha was insignificant to him, just a mere distraction.He turned his gaze away from the window and back to the bed, trying to distract himself from thoughts of Aloha. But despite his efforts, she remained in hi
Seven days had passed since Aloha arrived at the Southern Pack to meet the Alpha's son. As she sat by the lake behind the palace, a cool breeze caressed her face. Her thoughts were consumed by Ragnar. She couldn't understand why she missed him so much and yearned to see his face, even though she knew he could hurt her. During her time with the werewolves, Aloha had grown fond of them. The Southern wolves were more accommodating and friendly than the people in the palace. She often wondered why they seemed different. Lost in her thoughts, she hoped that Ragnar's Beta, James, would come to pick her up soon. It had been seven days since James dropped her here, promising to return when the king ordered him to. She wanted to ask James about the rumors she had heard from Ragnar's mistress—that Ragnar had sold her to the Southern Pack. But she hesitated, as she couldn't muster the courage to ask him just yet. While she had healed the person who brought her here, Ragnar hadn't sent for her,
Aloha stood there, taken aback by the Eren declaration. "I've told my father to negotiate with Ragnar, to let you remain here," he had said, causing shock to spread across her face.Her expression mirrored her surprise, unsure of how to react to this unexpected proposal.Seeing her reaction, Eren couldn't help but notice the shock on her face. "Don't you like it here?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Did we treat you badly?" He feared that perhaps they had unintentionally hurt her during her stay.Aloha hurriedly replied, "No, I love it here! You and your pack have been so great to me." She reassured him, not wanting him to worry about their treatment of her."But then why don't you want to stay?" Eren questioned gently. "I heard you were Alpha Ragnar's personal slave, and everyone knows how wicked the Alpha king was. Accepting to stay here means you are no longer his slave and you will have your freedom."Aloha took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Alpha Ragnar isn't
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
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