Two

Ragnar's intense gaze bore into her, and he could feel his wolf's hunger for her. Aloha tried to look away, but she was transfixed by his gaze.

His hand trailing down her chest, he suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand, leaving Aloha confused and disoriented.

“Looks like you're mine now,” Ragnar said with a smirk, his fingers trailing down her bare arm. “And I always get what I want.”

Aloha shuddered at his touch, her mind foggy from fear and confusion. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Ragnar leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I want you to do whatever I say. You're my slave now, and you'll work for me until you've paid off your debt.”

Aloha felt a shiver run through her body as his touch sent electric shocks through her. She couldn't believe how easily he could go from menacing to gentle, and she couldn't quite understand what he wanted from her.

“You don't seem to be like the other women,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “There's something different about you.”

Aloha's heart raced as she struggled to comprehend his words. Will he be kind to her? Was he going to let her go?

But the king's expression soon turned cold, and his hand dropped from her face.

“Unfortunately, you are of no use to me,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “You are infertile and can't produce me an heir. So, you will work to repay the money you stole from me. Henceforth, you are my slave, and your work is to fulfill all my obligations, whether it's convenient or not.”

For years, Ragnar had been dispatching his men on a quest to find a witch who could bear him a child. After a decade of searching, they finally caught wind of Ariel's witch scent in a club. They approached her and asked if she could be a breeder for a multimillionaire. Ariel agreed and demanded an advance payment of one hundred thousand dollars before following them to the hospital for the tests.

Unfortunately, Ariel was found to be infertile, and the guards wanted to retrieve their money from her. But before they could, she fled with the cash. When Ragnar learned of this, he commanded his men to find the girl and bring her to his palace. As luck would have it, Ariel had an identical twin, Aloha, who was able to take her place.

Aloha felt a wave of despair wash over her as she realized she was trapped, once again. She would have to work for the king until she paid off her debt, and she didn't know if she would ever be free again.

Ragnar turned to leave, but before he did, he leaned in close to her again and whispered, “You will beg for my touch, slave.”

With that, he strode away, leaving Aloha alone with her thoughts.

Aloha couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just a few days, and she didn't know what the future held for her.

As Ragnar was walking out from the dungeon, his senses were heightened, his wolf Gorg stirring within him. Gorg's senses were sharper, and he could smell Aloha's fear, but he also caught a whiff of her blood. It was different from anything he had ever smelled before, and it aroused him.

Ragnar could feel Gorg's excitement and knew he had to quiet him down. “Not now, Gorg. It's been a while since I've had sex. I'll call Daphne, our mistress, to come and pleasure us.”

“I don't want the mistress, Ragnar. I want her,” Gorg said, his voice deep and gravelly.

Ragnar felt a flicker of interest. He had never heard Gorg speak so adamantly before. “Her? You mean Aloha?”

Gorg growled, his animalistic nature coming to the fore. “Yes, her. She smells… different. I need to taste her.”

Ragnar shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. “No, Gorg. She's a slave, nothing more. We can't let our desires get in the way of our duties.”

But Gorg wasn't listening. His senses were in overdrive, and he was fixated on Aloha. Ragnar knew he had to find a way to control his wolf, or things could get out of hand quickly.

So, instantly he minds linked his mistress, Daphne, to meet him in his chamber.

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Daphne entered the king's chamber, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.

She is a stunning wolf with an imposing presence. Her glossy fur is a deep shade of black, and her eyes are a piercing green that seems to look right through you. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding an air of strength and authority.

Despite her beauty and status as the mistress of Alpha Ragnar, there is a certain coldness to her that keeps others at arm's length. It's clear that she is not to be underestimated, and many whisper that she is destined to be the next Luna, the queen of the werewolf world.

However, it's also evident that Ragnar doesn't love her in the way that one would expect of an Alpha and his mate. Instead, he values her for her strength and loyalty, and she seems to understand this. 

While she secretly longs for more, she doesn't let her feelings show, since they are bonded with what they can offer each other.

So, she kept them guarded closely, waiting for the day when Ragnar would see her as more than just a powerful tool to be used for his gain.

Calling into Ragnar's bedroom, she knew what was expected of her, and she had prepared herself accordingly. As she approached the bed, the king sat up and regarded her with cool detachment.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Without a word, she obeyed, slowly removing each article of clothing until she stood before him completely naked.

The king looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her curves for a moment before he motioned for her to come closer. He didn't bother with pleasantries or foreplay, instead diving straight into the act.

The mistress tried her best to satisfy him, but she could sense that his heart wasn't in it. He used her body to quench his thirst, taking what he needed without a second thought.

Gorg, Ragnar wolf, watched as they indulged in their desires. He couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal at the scent of Aloha on Ragnar's skin, a scent that lingered even after he had washed, he just hoped Ragnar would finish quickly with his wolf.

As they finished, Daphne took a deep breath and summoned the courage to speak.

“My lord,” she said, “I have heard that you brought in a maid. May I have permission to go and see her?”

The king looked at her for a moment, then nodded curtly.

“Very well,” he said. “You may go.”

“Thank you, my lord”

As the mistress began to gather her things, the king spoke up, “Wait a minute”

Daphne turned to look at him, her expression neutral 

“I want you to take some food with you and give it to the girl when you leave,” the king said.

The mistress's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. “Of course, Your Majesty,” she replied, nodding her head obediently.

The king watched as she made her way to the door. Just before she left, he spoke up again, “And be sure to give food to the slave girl.”

The mistress froze for a moment, the rage, and jealousy she had been suppressing suddenly boiling to the surface.

The King she knows doesn't care for anyone, he's selfish and doesn't care whether you eat or not, but how come he is showing the new slave girl care. But she quickly forced a smile onto her face and replied, “Of course, Your Majesty. Anything for your pleasure.”

With that, she left the room, her mind racing with anger and frustration. Wanting to find a way to punish the girl for making the king notice her.