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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."

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Who is she?

The day of the ball finally arrived and Dahlia was more nervous than excited. She had been pacing around the room for the past ten minutes while nervously biting her lip.

"Everything's going to be okay, Dahlia." Analice tried reassuring her for the umpteenth time that evening.

"In a few hours, the whole kingdom will know I'm their king's mate and most of them already hate me." 

"That's because they don't know you. Show them all the real you and watch as they all fall in love with you." Analice gently squeezed Dahlia's shoulders, "You're more than just a stereotype of your kingdom."

Hearing those words finally calmed Dahlia to some extent and she was able to come back to her senses. "You're right." She sighed.

"When am I never," Analice teased, "Now, go put on the dress before you're late to your own party."