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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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What belongs to him

Lyonne felt like he was getting a headache from the moment he stepped into the dungeon for the fourth time that week. The pungent smell kept getting worse each time he went there but it felt like nothing could be done about it.

"What's the status?" He asked Azriel who was holding his favorite whip in his hands.

"They haven't said a word since I started. I'm starting to get pissed off!" Azriel hissed.

"It looks like they were trained well." Said Lyonne.

Just as Azriel was about to take another tool from his tray of torture devices, one of the men finally spoke up. "We have a message for you both." He said.

The three men shared glances and nods with each other before speaking up, "The fallen moon shall rise when stars collide, a lotus garden shall bloom from the ashes thrown at sea. The Zeal shall take what rightfully belongs to him." They said the words at the same time without missing a beat as if they were chanting a spell of some sort.