Amani desperately ran after Malakai, her voice filled with pleading, begging him not to punish them. Tears streamed down her face as she poured her heart out, but it was as if her words fell on deaf ears, or worse, a heart that didn't even care. Malakai seemed like a stranger, a person transformed into something unrecognizable. Even the way he moved was different, like a predator stalking its prey. Amani reached out, hoping to grasp his arm and bring him to a halt, but he forcefully pulled away, warning her not to touch him, as if her very presence repulsed him. Regret consumed her, knowing that she had made him this way.Upon reaching the dungeon, Amani was met with a horrific sight. Her dear friends appeared frightened and helpless, unsure of the dreadful fate that awaited them. The guilt within her tore at her heart, shattering it into countless pieces. She sobbed uncontrollably as they stared back at her, their eyes filled with profound sadness."Open this cell!" Malakai's comman
Amani sat in the bath, completely immersed in the whirlpool of emotions that had engulfed her. The weight of her actions and the burden of guilt gnawed at her heart, growing more insistent with each passing thought. Finally mustering the strength to leave the soothing waters, she wrapped herself in a comforting robe and settled in front of her vanity. As she delicately ran the brush through her long, wavy tresses, her gaze met the reflection in the mirror. The sight that met her eyes was utterly disheartening, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of unworthiness, questioning her right to bear the title of Alpha Saul Constantine's daughter – a man revered as one of the most formidable and respected Alphas in the Pack Lands. In that poignant moment, a profound realization washed over her: she had never truly embodied the qualities of an Alpha. Instead of confronting her challenges head-on, she had chosen to flee, evading any trials that awaited her. Deep down, she knew that s
In the quiet of the night, Amani inched closer to Malakai, her heart yearning for his touch. Slowly, she moved nearer, settling herself beside him. With utmost care, she delicately rested her hand over his waist, mindful not to disturb his slumber.The warmth of his skin against hers and his captivating scent were all she needed in this vast world. As he slept, he instinctively pulled her into his arms, and her body effortlessly melded with his. She didn't mind that he held her unknowingly; she cherished the fleeting moments of his love.When Malakai awoke that morning, he discovered Amani nestled securely in his arms, a comforting sight that took him by surprise. Despite the lingering pain and anger, he couldn't deny the ache in his heart for her touch. For three long nights, he had longed for her by his side, and his body yearned for her like never before.Gazing down at the swollen bulge in his shorts, he rose from the bed, rousing her from her sleep as he pulled her to the edge of
"Lady Constantine, I assume you are well aware of the reason for your presence here today," the Prime Alpha began, his tone firm yet kind. "Prince Malakai has shared those details with you, correct?" "Yes, he has," Amani replied, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of nervousness. "So, you understand that Prince Malakai has requested to mark you, branding you as his mate in an attempt to awaken your wolf. And you are also fully aware that we, the Royal Council, have deliberated and decided to grant his request on the condition that you willingly agree to it, without any external pressure. Is that information accurate?" The Prime Alpha inquired, his piercing gaze fixed on Amani. "Yes, that is correct," Amani confirmed, her words resolute. "Furthermore, you must be aware that we have allotted you three days to contemplate and make your decision," the Prime Alpha continued. Amani's heart sank. She hadn't known about the three-day deadline. She wanted to glance back at Malaka
Amani's heart raced as panic set in; Malakai's anger was evident, and she knew she had crossed a line with the King. But she couldn't help it. The King's words had ignited her outrage. With each step back to their chambers, anxiety gripped Amani tightly. She couldn't shake the fear that Malakai would now punish her friends. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, ready to spill over. Upon entering their chambers, Amani dropped to her knees before Malakai. "Please forgive me for my outburst in there, Kai," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears. "It will never happen again, I swear to you."Malakai gently lifted Amani to her feet and wiped away her tears. "I'm not upset with you, Amani.""You're not?" She questioned, her surprise evident."No, I am actually very proud of you and the way you handled yourself in there," he praised. "I've never seen that side of you before. You spoke with authority and confidence. You spoke like a true Alpha, and I know that only angered my father.
Amani painted in her art room for a little while, but eventually, she grew restless and sat at the window, gazing out for some time. She hated being locked away, unable to roam around the palace or take walks along the garden. However, she understood that she still had a long way to go before Malakai would trust her enough to grant her some freedom. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Malakai returned to her and offered to take her for a walk. Amani was delighted at the opportunity to get some fresh air, and she couldn't think of anyone else in the would she'd rather share this moment with.Hand in hand, they strolled along the exquisite garden until Malakai guided her to a peaceful fountain, where they settled down together. Amani glanced at Malakai’s face and immediately noticed the weight of his troubles reflected in his eyes."What is it?" She asked, her voice conveying her genuine concern.Malakai fell silent, lost in deep contemplation. After a brief pause, he let out a
Malakai sat in the Throne Room, his elbows resting on his knees, and his head cradled in his hands. Devastation consumed him as he reflected on the outcome of marking Amani. He had come dangerously close to ending her life, and had it not been for his realization of her condition, she would have slipped away silently in her sleep. Fortunately, the physician arrived just in time, armed with concoctions of medicinal potions that successfully brought down Amani's temperature. However, the following day, her fever would surge again, necessitating the administration of more potions.Unlike Amani's other wounds, the mate mark refused to heal, leading the physician to suspect her body was fighting against it, treating it as if it were a virus. The stability of Amani's vital signs relied on her daily consumption of the potions. Three days had passed since that dreadful morning, and Amani had remained in a deep slumber throughout. Now, Malakai found himself seated before his father and the c
Darkness enveloped Amani, whisking her away to a realm between the physical and spiritual worlds. Her body felt weightless, liberated from the burdens of her three-dimensional existence. Amidst the infinite darkness, a figure emerged, illuminating the path before her. A captivating woman, radiating a brilliant glow, sat serenely atop a mountain. With closed eyes and crossed legs, she exuded an aura of tranquility in her meditative pose. Beside her, a majestic white wolf shared the same ethereal luminosity, its fur dancing in the gentle breeze.Fear did not grip Amani; instead, she found peace in the presence of this extraordinary woman. She emanated a divine essence, transcending the limitations of mere mortals. Flames flickered around her, resembling a bird ablaze. Amani drew strength and hope from this extraordinary being, her very soul stirred by the woman's presence. The woman's message echoed within Amani's soul, urging her to stay resilient and not surrender, for her journey in