Lahat ng Kabanata ng To live or to love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Why did you mark her?” Ragnar asked immediately Derek entered the room. He was the Alpha of the Scorpion Zeal pack and also a Father to Derek.Ragnar was a tall, imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a thick beard. He was dressed in a fine silk robe, with gold embroidery and jewels adorning his cuffs and collar.His chambers were opulent and imposing, befitting of his status as the leader of the werewolf clan. The room was large and spacious, with high ceilings and ornate mouldings. The walls were covered in tapestries, each one telling the story of a great battle or heroic feat.The floor was covered in a thick, plush carpet that felt soft underfoot. In the centre of the room, there was a large four-poster bed, with silk sheets and a velvet canopy. The bed was adorned with gold and silver embroidery, and the pillows were plump and inviting.In one corner of the room, there was a small sitting area, with a comfortable sofa and several chairs arranged around a low table. The furni

The grandeur of the Royal dining hall waa breathtaking. The hall was an enormous room with a high ceiling, adorned with intricate murals and ornate chandeliers. A long mahogany table, large enough to accommodate 30 people, ran through the center of the room.The servants, dressed in their finest livery, moved swiftly and silently, placing silver platters and bowls filled with steaming food along the length of the table. The dishes were a feast for the senses: roasted meats, grilled fish, fresh fruits and vegetables, pastries, and loaves of bread.The dining set-up was majestic; the plates, glasses, and silverware were polished to a shine, and there were intricate floral arrangements and candles as table decor.Then Aurora approached the hall, accompanied by her maids. Aurora wore a beautiful, lavender-colored dress that flowed elegantly down to her ankles. The bodice of the dress was embroidered with delicate, silver thread, and her long hair was styled into loose waves that cascaded

6. Ragnar lay still on his bed, feeling the prick of the acupuncture needles being placed into his skin. As the treatment continued, the room was filled with a strong aroma of burning incense. The sweet and slightly woody fragrance of sandalwood and the sharp, earthy scent of mugwort mixed together to create a heady and calming atmosphere. The incense smoke lazily spiraled up from the small burner placed in the corner of the room, casting a hazy glow over the space.The acupuncturist, a small and wiry man, worked with great care and precision, moving deftly around the bed as he placed the thin, delicate needles into Ragnar's skin. As each needle was inserted, there was a brief moment of sharpness, followed by a dull, throbbing ache that radiated outwards. But as the acupuncturist worked, Ragnar began to feel a sense of deep relaxation wash over him, as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.The soft rustle of the acupuncturist's robes mixed with the gentle tinkling of t

8. Aurora's heart was pounding in her chest as she ran through the dense woods. Her bare feet thudded against the cold, hard ground, and her breath came in short gasps as she tried to outrun the man on the horse behind her. The branches of trees clawed at her skin, and the damp earth clung to her dress, weighing her down.She had been running for what seemed like hours. The trees towered above her, casting dark shadows on the ground. The only sound was her own ragged breathing and the pounding of the horse's hooves. Aurora knew that she was no match for the horse, but she couldn't stop running. She had to keep moving, keep running, and never look back.Her dress caught on a branch, causing her to stumble and almost fall. She managed to catch herself and keep running, but her breathing became even more ragged. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the man on the horse, gaining on her. He was getting closer with each passing second, and Aurora knew that she was running out of time

10.Miranda's head was pounding and her vision was blurry as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the dimly lit room, but as they refocused, she was able to take in her surroundings. She realized she was still bound to the chair and was in what looked like a storage room. The walls were lined with shelves filled with various tools and equipment, and the only source of light came from a small lamp on a nearby table. The room had a musty smell, and the air was stale and damp.As Miranda's eyes traveled around the room, they finally landed on Derek, who was sitting in front of her with a grim expression on his face. He looked up as he noticed her stirring and stood up, walking over to her."Good, you're finally awake," he said in a tone that dripped with sarcasm.Miranda groaned in response, still feeling groggy and disoriented. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice raspy."You're in a safe place," Derek replied, his tone still tinged with hostility.Miranda r