After Aloha recited the last words of the spell, a loud crack appeared in the ceiling of the room, and she let out a high-pitched scream. “Urgh!” She yelped and reached for the floor immediately, losing consciousness. Alpha Ragnar rushed to carry her up from the ground. Fear coursed through his mind, although it never lasted longer than a minute. With Aloha in his hands, he wanted to leave the room, his eyes narrowed on her younger sister, she was transforming. He could feel the crunching and cracking occurring to the body of her little sister, letting out a loud growl as she ripped the wrapper used to cover her nakedness. Her claws began to come out, and her furs spurred all out, across her face and body. He watched as her little Effa transformed into a wolf form, a beautiful white wolf with caramel eyes; he hadn't seen for the past ten years. “She's healed! She healed her” He mumbled happily. He had almost given up on her, thinking she would never transform back to her wolf
Aloha had finally finished healing Effa, she had now finally been confirmed as the king's slave, and was on her way to be introduced to the other maids in the kitchen. She felt nervous as she walked in, knowing that her new position as a slave came with great responsibility and potential danger. Moreover, she couldn't forget what Marcus told her about being the king's personal slave. As Aloha entered the kitchen, she spotted Marcus across the room, surrounded by a group of maids. He caught her gaze and winked at her, but Aloha couldn't help feeling a sense of disgust when she noticed the woman standing next to him, stroking his hair, wondering why he chose to be a playboy. The woman, a beautiful and seductive-looking maid, noticed Aloha's disapproving look and smirked. “What's the matter, newbie?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Jealous that Marcus isn't paying attention to you?” Aloha felt a flush of anger rise to her cheeks, but before she could reply, Jessica stepped
The warm rays of the sun caressed Aloha's face as she sat alone in the peaceful garden, surrounded by vibrant blooms. The scent of flowers filled the air, but her mind was preoccupied with the whirlwind of events that had unfolded in her life. Thoughts of the sacrifices she had made for her identical twins, the trials she had faced, and the newfound power coursing through her veins consumed her. She pondered the mysteries of her abilities, marveling at the strength she had discovered within herself. However, amidst her contemplation, a familiar voice broke through her reverie, bringing a smile to her lips. George, with his mischievous charm, emerged from behind a blossoming rosebush, tapping her gently on the shoulder. "Aloha, caught you daydreaming again!" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. Chuckling softly, Aloha turned to face him. "You have a knack for finding me, George. What adventures await us today?" The garden became their playground as they embarked on a lively game
Aloha stepped into Daphne's room, she faced a daunting task. Daphne handed her a bunch of clothes to iron, even though there were people assigned to do that job. What made it worse was that Daphne specifically forbade Aloha from using the pressing machine and insisted she uses the iron instead. It was clear Daphne wanted to make her suffer. Reluctantly, Aloha accepted the clothes and exited her chambers to start ironing the clothes. As she pressed each piece of clothing, Aloha knew Daphne had purposely given her this task to make her miserable. Her hands tightened around the iron as she smoothed out a purple shirt that caught her eye. It looked so beautiful that she couldn't resist the temptation to try it on. Just as she was lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Aloha quickly dropped the iron on the clothes and turned to face the person approaching. "Hey," She greeted with a smile when she saw Little Effa standing, Effa looked adorable, but Aloha cou
Aloha remained rooted to the spot, her mind grappling with indecision, desperately seeking a course of action. Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Ragnar's commanding voice sliced through the air, bringing her back to reality. "Go and prepare the bathwater," Ranger ordered curtly and firmly, he didn't like prolonging words. Aloha's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. Without wasting a moment, she hurried into the bathroom, her steps quick and purposeful. As she filled the tub with warm water, her mind whirled with anticipation and nervousness. She returned, her heart pounding, as she heard the sound of the king removing his clothes. In that moment, Aloha couldn't help but steal a glance at Ragnar's imposing physique. His strong, chiseled features were accompanied by a rugged handsomeness that left her breathless. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she bit her lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire. She quickly looked away, feeling the need to compose herself. Just
Aloha rushed down the dimly lit hallway, her heart raced with fear. She had forgotten to remove the iron from Daphne's clothes, and now the burnt scent filled the air, foreshadowing the impending consequences. As she reached the scene, she was met with the furious gaze of Daphne, who stood there, staring at her ruined expensive shirt. Jessica stood a few steps away, observing the tense situation. In a soft, disappointed voice, Jessica questioned Aloha, "Where were you? You forgot to remove the iron from Daphne's clothes. Can you see what you've done?" Aloha's voice quivered as she apologized, "I'm so sorry, Jessica. I was in a hurry, and I completely forgot... Please believe me." Daphne's eyes burned with fury as she glared at Aloha. Her voice was laced with venom as she spat out her words, "How could you be so careless, you imbecile? Do you have any idea how much that shirt cost me? It's worth more than your entire existence!" Aloha's heart sank, and she timidly took a step closer
The chamber doors swung open, revealing the majestic figure of King Ragnar. Daphne followed closely behind, her face still displaying traces of anger, yet she fought to maintain her composure. As they stepped into the chamber, a tense atmosphere enveloped the room. Breaking the silence, King Ragnar spoke up. "I have decided to visit the southern pack," King Ragnar began, his voice resonating with authority. "I anticipate being away for three days. Reports have reached me of rogues transforming humans into wolves, a blatant attempt to undermine my leadership. I must assess the situation in the pack where these transformations occur most frequently." Daphne nodded in understanding, but a strong desire to accompany the King burned within her. Summoning her courage, she voiced her wish. "Your Majesty, I fully comprehend the significance of your journey, and I wish to accompany you," Daphne asserted, her voice resolute. "I can provide support and protection should any threats arise." Ki
Inside a dimmed light hall, some men could be seen sitting around a long table and in a pattern that is indistinguishable from a VIP table.The hall has two windows, and the rays of the light penetrate hence, creating dimness.All the men put on a darkened expression, there wasn't a single smile on their faces, they all looked serious.There was a huge masculine man at the edge of the table, he was repeatedly drinking water. He seemed more furious than the others.“Did you think Alpha Reign deceives all of us that he will come?” The masculine man called Marvin asked, he could no longer hide his thoughts himself.“Calm down Alpha Marvin, let's hope he will come, today will be his last day on earth '' One of the men said, and their expression lit up instantly.“Sometimes I wondered why he was always against our plans of letting the wolves rule the world. He's the king of the wolves, and he should be happy about it,” Marvin's said, knitting furrowed brows.“I think we should just wait an
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