All Chapters of Forced Marriage with The Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

The faint light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a pale glow across the castle’s battered walls. The courtyard was quiet now, the echoes of the night’s battle replaced with the muffled groans of the wounded and the soft hum of activity as the defenders regrouped.Hazel stood near a makeshift infirmary set up in the corner of the courtyard, her eyes scanning the injured soldiers as Evelyn worked tirelessly alongside the healers. Hazel’s hands trembled as she tried to clean her dagger. The blood smeared on its blade was a stark reminder of how close they had come to losing everything.“Hazel.”She turned at the sound of Damon’s voice. He approached her, his steps deliberate despite the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin.“You should rest,” he said, his tone softer than usual.Hazel shook her head. “There’s no time for that. The Order won’t stop. They’ll come again, and we need to be ready.”Damon studied her for a moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, without a wor

The castle was eerily quiet as night fell. For the first time in days, the fires of battle had been extinguished, and the courtyard was empty save for a few lingering guards. Hazel stood by the window in her chambers, staring out at the moonlit landscape.Her body ached from the fight, but it was her mind that refused to settle. The memory of the Aether Stone’s power still lingered, a heavy weight in her chest. She touched the spot where the pendant used to rest, its warmth now replaced with a hollow ache.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Come in,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.The door creaked open, and Damon stepped inside. His presence filled the room, his dark eyes locking onto hers immediately. He looked as weary as she felt, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made her pulse quicken.“You should be resting,” he said, closing the door behind him.Hazel gave him a faint smile. “So should you.”Damon crossed the room, his footsteps silent on t

The mark on Hazel’s neck pulsed with a faint heat, a tangible reminder of the bond Damon had just forged between them. She shivered beneath him, her heart racing as his lips returned to hers, hungry and insistent.Damon’s hands slid down her body with deliberate precision, his touch both possessive and reverent. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.Hazel’s breath hitched, her body arching into his touch. “Then don’t hold back,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.Damon’s eyes flashed with something primal. “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.”With a low growl, he captured her lips again, his kiss searing and demanding. Hazel melted beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hands explored every inch of her body. He made quick work of the remaining barriers between them, his movements swift and practiced.“Damon,” she gasped, her voice catching as his mouth traveled

The room was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Hazel lay nestled against Damon’s chest, her breathing steady as her fingers absently traced the lines of his muscles. His hand rested on her waist, his grip possessive even in rest.“You’ve ruined me, you know,” Damon said suddenly, his voice low and amused.Hazel glanced up at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I doubt that.”Damon chuckled, his fingers brushing along her spine. “You think I’m joking? I can’t even imagine a life without you now.”Hazel’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “Good. Because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”His gaze softened, the usual intensity in his eyes replaced by something warmer. But before either of them could speak again, a sharp knock echoed through the room.Damon’s expression darkened instantly, his hand tightening on Hazel’s waist as he called out, “Enter.”The door creaked open, and Evelyn stepped inside, her expression a mix of urgency and relief. “I’m sorry to in

The air was heavy with the promise of chaos. Hazel stood at the edge of the canyon, her heart pounding as the horizon darkened with Garrick’s approaching army. The twisted creatures from earlier were only a glimpse of what was to come.Behind her, the soldiers worked tirelessly, reinforcing barricades and sharpening blades. The weight of the impending battle pressed down on everyone, but none more than Damon and Hazel.“They’re getting closer,” Evelyn said, appearing at Hazel’s side. Her face was pale, but her voice was steady.Hazel nodded, her gaze never leaving the horizon. “We have to be ready.”Evelyn hesitated before placing a hand on Hazel’s shoulder. “You’ve come so far, Hazel. Whatever happens, you’re not the same girl who stood in the shadows of this kingdom.”Hazel managed a faint smile, the warmth of Evelyn’s words cutting through the chill of fear. “Thank you.”As Evelyn stepped away, Hazel felt Damon’s presence before she saw him. His hand brushed against hers, grounding