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The Witch's Gaze

Dahlia gave up her life to prepare her brother for the Alpha king's succession but in return, he viewed her as a threat to his kingdom and sold her as a slave to the Zrika pack; The isolated kingdom known for their hatred toward the Kayer kingdom. Her life was in shambles as she was hated for where she came from, dubbed as a witch, and worked like a dog despite being of royal bloodline but everything did a complete turnaround when she found out her mate was none other than the ruthless Alpha king of the Zrika kingdom, King Azriel. Secrets and twists get unraveled as a toxin that was thought to be destroyed four decades ago resurfaces, taking the lives of countless wolves. A new villain is on the rise and he's out for revenge but none of them have a clue as to who this devil might be. ********* Excerpt------- >> "I'm still a slave here your Majesty, mate or not," Dahlia said as she tried calming the storm brewing within her heart. "It's the other way round," Azriel inched closer to her as he spoke, "I'm the slave here, a slave to you, Dahlia. My thoughts, dreams, and nightmares are all filled with your smile, voice, scent, and touch. Resisting you has become a burden to me and each second that passes without me claiming you, my mate, is unbearable."

Kieolar · Fantasie
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Promise not to hate me

Azriel could barely get any sleep. He was constantly watching Dahlia for signs of any discomfort so he could be there to help her out but she barely moved the whole night and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Occasionally, he would wipe her forehead when he noticed her sweating excessively possibly from nightmares but that was the most he could do for her. There wasn't much he was able to do while she was still asleep.

He had gone through a thousand different scenarios of how he could deal with Duke Arnold and teach him a lesson but in the end, the only reasonable solution was to wait till Dahlia was awake. She was the one he wronged so it was best to fit if she gave him a punishment she found the most appropriate, all Azriel had to do was make sure his punishment was as painful as can get.

"Azriel."