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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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The heat of the moment

After hours of walking around, shaking hands, exchanging pleasantries, and greeting guests from every corner of the kingdom, Dahlia finally felt the weight of exhaustion settle over her the moment the door to Azriel's study closed behind them. The soft click of the lock signaled the end of the evening's social obligations, and it was as though a wave of relief washed over her. 

She had been charming, poised, and perfectly in control all night—but now, as she stepped away from the door and let out a deep breath, it was impossible to hold up the façade any longer. 

"You look exhausted," Azriel said with a quiet chuckle, the smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he closed the distance between them. His voice was warm, soft—gentle in a way that only he could make it. He surveyed her with that knowing look, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual.