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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 · Fantaisie
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All the servants who were praying for Dahlia's downfall bit their tongues in fear when they saw Azriel walk out cradling Dahlia in his arms rather than punishing her as they had expected.

The worry on his face and dismissal of their presence made them realize Dahlia meant more to him than they ever imagined and now they were the ones shitting their pants in fear of what he would do to them for actively taking part in her misery.

Azriel on the other hand was too focused on Dahlia's wellbeing to give a flying fuck about the flies buzzing around him.

Once he got to his room, Azriel pulled the comforter aside and laid her gently on his bed while he anxiously waited for the doctor.

"He's here," Lyonne shouted the moment he stepped into the room.

"Your Majesty." The old balding man behind Lyonne greeted.