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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Lycan’s whatnots
Marcellus POV I have been watching her writhing and screaming in torment for days now. It doesn’t seem to please me as I thought it would. No, not at all. It actually has an adverse effect. The feelings invoked by her torture are similar, if not worse, than those linked to the darkest moments of my childhood, when my mother was tortured, raped and killed in front of my eyes. And I thought that no pain could compare to that moment. The more I see Aralyn wilting away from sanity, the more I feel that my sanity is slipping away, too. I can see all of her thoughts, emotions and memories. I am the ruler of her mind now. Given her blood lineage, I did not expect it would be so easy to get in her head. I thought there would be more resistance. But no. Could it be because I caught her off guard when she was overly concentrated on combat with me, and she hadn’t thought there were other ways I could attack her? Was she not aware that I have mind control abilities? Well, whatever the reason, I
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Aralyn’s POV My words finally seemed to penetrate through Meena’s dense skull. For a second, she paused and seemed to hesitate and reflect on what I said. She whimpered and winced as the possibility that her Mr Right was not who she thought crossed her thick brain. The thought that I was right and that he was indeed a cunning, manipulative narcissist and an abusive monster made her lose her focus for a second. And I used that momentum to take the control back and shoved her to the back of my mind. I raised my gaze to face the beast in front of me. “Now I am going to show you what the torture is, twat, same as I did to your little friend Norgarth,” I gritted through my teeth with a snarl that built up at the back of my throat. I jumped into a fighting position and punched the shithead straight into his face, breaking his jaw. “Remember when you did that to me, dick?” I said as I breathed heavily. I smacked the prick's face with brute and raw force repeatedly. Cracks, blood splutters
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The battle of Oribus
-Amaaralva forest, three weeks later-Kandreah’s POVMy best warriors were prowling around through the northern boundary of Amaaralva. We were just a few steps behind the pack of Lycans and the army of faes led by Malleteagan and Thersar. They were leading the attack, as agreed. The thick, rich forest of sturdy old oak trees became scarcer, and shrubbery and bushes were more prominent as we advanced towards Amaaralva’s boundary with Oribus territory. The woods were wrapped in the dense fog of midnight. The eeriness of the abandoned landscape of Amaaralva was even more emphasised by the remnants of the magic of fallen Thessalians that could be easily smelled in the air. Following the massacre of Thessalians, their physical presence might have faded away. However, their magic lingered thickly in the hazy, sharp air of Amaaralva.Although a supernatural creature myself, able to muster dribs and drabs of black magic, I cannot escape the sensation of Amaaralva being creepy, cringe and curs
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Kandreah’s POV He should have been mine!She should have been mine! I rummaged through my memories yet again bitterly while we were breaking through sewer-like passages of Oribus and advancing to Damnarynth. But no, a mere fae king was not good enough for the ambitions of her mother. I remember the last day we spent together. I remember the passion and love we shared that last night. I remember the sorrow that was suffocating and the tears in Minthe’s eyes when she left me. My Brother and I forbade interspecies bonding since then. Her mother, Sentaya, decided to go against what had been foretold by destiny and to sever the sacred bond between us. We were destined mates. She disregarded that, marred and severed our bond with black magic and offered her to Hades to pursue her dire and greedy ambition to climb up in the hierarchy of Wengarthria. She thought that Hades would crown her daughter to be his rightful queen, his royal counterpart. And what did he do? He humiliated her with t
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Is this what you wanted?
Aralyn’s POV “Is this what you wanted? You screamed that you wanted this awhile ago in Avesta when I did my wrongdoings to you. Well, if you wanted to see me like this, you got it. Let it be. I guess I deserve it after all I have done to you.” I heard these words faintly ringing through my mind. What was that? Where did that come from? It sounded like Marcellus. His voice sounded raspy and tired but still so distinctive I would recognise that deep baritone anywhere. And then I saw surroundings that seemed like the dungeon where he held me, Norgarth lying unconscious. I could see Naevres pacing back and forth, looking anxious. Then…the ruckus of Wengarthria and soldiers led by a woman. She is beautiful. She looks familiar. She remotely reminds me of my mother. She reminds me of the woman who tortured Marcellus’ mother. She reminds me of….me? Is that my infamous maternal grandmother, Noosha? If Marcellus wasn’t lying when he told me that his mother was the tormented woman from my hell
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Marcellus POV I can feel it all. But I cannot move an inch. I am trapped within my own body. It feels like being buried alive. Well, serves me right for trusting the little vixen. For the first time since the death of my mother, I lowered my guard. And to the spawn of my mother's killer, nonetheless. So, every figment of torture that Noosha put me through, gosh, I have well deserved it. I have betrayed my mother. After a gut-wrenching and harrowing torture she endured to keep me alive, after giving up on her life for me to live, what did I do with the chance given? I tossed it all. For whom? Fucking moron, that’s what I am. When I get hold of them, I will burn them all. And this dickhead Conrad is first on my list. I mean, after Noosha, of course. He demeaned my father to a position of a cuckold and an idiot whose wife was fucking around before his eyes. And this is just one of his minor sins.As soon as those thoughts came across my mind, motherfuckers boot merged with my face as he
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The battle for Damnarynth
Malleteagan’s POVWe are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my waist, soaking our clothes with gooey, yucky and sticky substance. Gah, this is disgusting—the pungent, retch-inducing stench of the swampy channels cluttered with the foul odour of damned souls. The stench does more damage to us than arachnoids. The arachnoids are just pesky spider-like creatures fu
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King How are we going to get out of here alive?
Malleteagan’s POV -one week after the fall of Damnarynth-After we defeated Damnon and what had left of his army, we continued to advance towards the end of the clearing where smidgens of amber flakes of magic were fused in a border. It formed a shield which separated Damnarynth and Morsburg’s dungeons and fortress. Faes and dwarves, with Thersar and Nexelex, were leading the warriors. When they got close to the armoury border, fae and dwarves started to stick the chthonic weaponry in the shield while Thersar and Nexelex rose their arms high in the air and invoked enchantment. Every attempt to break through was blocked and deflected. Warriors who tried to penetrate the shield just fell down through the ground, and then they would disappear. Where are they? The ground swallowed every single warrior who attempted to attack the shield. Nexelex and Thersar vanished before my very eyes.Kandreah and I exchanged hesitant looks and nodded to each other in unspoken understanding and silent a
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You are safe now
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