Ragnar's intense gaze bore into her, and he could feel his wolf's hunger for her. Aloha tried to look away, but she was transfixed by his gaze.
His hand trailing down her chest, he suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand, leaving Aloha confused and disoriented.
“Looks like you're mine now,” Ragnar said with a smirk, his fingers trailing down her bare arm. “And I always get what I want.”
Aloha shuddered at his touch, her mind foggy from fear and confusion. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Ragnar leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I want you to do whatever I say. You're my slave now, and you'll work for me until you've paid off your debt.”
Aloha felt a shiver run through her body as his touch sent electric shocks through her. She couldn't believe how easily he could go from menacing to gentle, and she couldn't quite understand what he wanted from her.“You don't seem to be like the other women,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “There's something different about you.”
Aloha's heart raced as she struggled to comprehend his words. Will he be kind to her? Was he going to let her go?
But the king's expression soon turned cold, and his hand dropped from her face.
“Unfortunately, you are of no use to me,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “You are infertile and can't produce me an heir. So, you will work to repay the money you stole from me. Henceforth, you are my slave, and your work is to fulfill all my obligations, whether it's convenient or not.”
For years, Ragnar had been dispatching his men on a quest to find a witch who could bear him a child. After a decade of searching, they finally caught wind of Ariel's witch scent in a club. They approached her and asked if she could be a breeder for a multimillionaire. Ariel agreed and demanded an advance payment of one hundred thousand dollars before following them to the hospital for the tests.
Unfortunately, Ariel was found to be infertile, and the guards wanted to retrieve their money from her. But before they could, she fled with the cash. When Ragnar learned of this, he commanded his men to find the girl and bring her to his palace. As luck would have it, Ariel had an identical twin, Aloha, who was able to take her place.
Aloha felt a wave of despair wash over her as she realized she was trapped, once again. She would have to work for the king until she paid off her debt, and she didn't know if she would ever be free again.
Ragnar turned to leave, but before he did, he leaned in close to her again and whispered, “You will beg for my touch, slave.”
With that, he strode away, leaving Aloha alone with her thoughts.
Aloha couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just a few days, and she didn't know what the future held for her.
As Ragnar was walking out from the dungeon, his senses were heightened, his wolf Gorg stirring within him. Gorg's senses were sharper, and he could smell Aloha's fear, but he also caught a whiff of her blood. It was different from anything he had ever smelled before, and it aroused him.
Ragnar could feel Gorg's excitement and knew he had to quiet him down. “Not now, Gorg. It's been a while since I've had sex. I'll call Daphne, our mistress, to come and pleasure us.”
“I don't want the mistress, Ragnar. I want her,” Gorg said, his voice deep and gravelly.
Ragnar felt a flicker of interest. He had never heard Gorg speak so adamantly before. “Her? You mean Aloha?”
Gorg growled, his animalistic nature coming to the fore. “Yes, her. She smells… different. I need to taste her.”
Ragnar shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. “No, Gorg. She's a slave, nothing more. We can't let our desires get in the way of our duties.”
But Gorg wasn't listening. His senses were in overdrive, and he was fixated on Aloha. Ragnar knew he had to find a way to control his wolf, or things could get out of hand quickly.
So, instantly he minds linked his mistress, Daphne, to meet him in his chamber.
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Daphne entered the king's chamber, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.She is a stunning wolf with an imposing presence. Her glossy fur is a deep shade of black, and her eyes are a piercing green that seems to look right through you. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding an air of strength and authority.
Despite her beauty and status as the mistress of Alpha Ragnar, there is a certain coldness to her that keeps others at arm's length. It's clear that she is not to be underestimated, and many whisper that she is destined to be the next Luna, the queen of the werewolf world.
However, it's also evident that Ragnar doesn't love her in the way that one would expect of an Alpha and his mate. Instead, he values her for her strength and loyalty, and she seems to understand this.
While she secretly longs for more, she doesn't let her feelings show, since they are bonded with what they can offer each other.
So, she kept them guarded closely, waiting for the day when Ragnar would see her as more than just a powerful tool to be used for his gain.Calling into Ragnar's bedroom, she knew what was expected of her, and she had prepared herself accordingly. As she approached the bed, the king sat up and regarded her with cool detachment.
“Strip,” he commanded.
Without a word, she obeyed, slowly removing each article of clothing until she stood before him completely naked.
The king looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her curves for a moment before he motioned for her to come closer. He didn't bother with pleasantries or foreplay, instead diving straight into the act.
The mistress tried her best to satisfy him, but she could sense that his heart wasn't in it. He used her body to quench his thirst, taking what he needed without a second thought.
Gorg, Ragnar wolf, watched as they indulged in their desires. He couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal at the scent of Aloha on Ragnar's skin, a scent that lingered even after he had washed, he just hoped Ragnar would finish quickly with his wolf.
As they finished, Daphne took a deep breath and summoned the courage to speak.“My lord,” she said, “I have heard that you brought in a maid. May I have permission to go and see her?”
The king looked at her for a moment, then nodded curtly.
“Very well,” he said. “You may go.”
“Thank you, my lord”
As the mistress began to gather her things, the king spoke up, “Wait a minute”Daphne turned to look at him, her expression neutral
“I want you to take some food with you and give it to the girl when you leave,” the king said.The mistress's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. “Of course, Your Majesty,” she replied, nodding her head obediently.
The king watched as she made her way to the door. Just before she left, he spoke up again, “And be sure to give food to the slave girl.”
The mistress froze for a moment, the rage, and jealousy she had been suppressing suddenly boiling to the surface.
The King she knows doesn't care for anyone, he's selfish and doesn't care whether you eat or not, but how come he is showing the new slave girl care. But she quickly forced a smile onto her face and replied, “Of course, Your Majesty. Anything for your pleasure.”
With that, she left the room, her mind racing with anger and frustration. Wanting to find a way to punish the girl for making the king notice her.
Daphne descended the steps to the dungeon with a cruel smirk on her face, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor. She could hear the slave girl whimpering and moaning, which only fueled her delight. As she approached the cell, she sneered at the girl, “Well, well, well. Look who's here. The little thief who caught my man's eye and stole his money.” Aloha cowered in the corner, her eyes wide with fear. Daphne's dark expression curled her forehead, and she spoke with a mocking tone, “Good evening, I didn't mean to-” “Shut up!” Daphne cut her off sharply. “I didn't come here to listen to your excuses.” She strode over to Aloha and kicked her in the side. The girl cried out in pain, but Daphne didn't stop. “You think you're so special,” she said, delivering another kick. “But you're nothing. Just a worthless little slave and thief.” Aloha tried to curl up into a ball, but Daphne grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. “Look at me,” she demanded. “Look at Ragnar woman.” Aloha s
They dragged her out of the prison, and she followed them obediently, not wanting to hurt anyone else. She repeatedly asked about Daphne's condition, but met with silence. Aloha was shoved to the ground inside a hall and winced in pain. She scanned her surroundings, wondering what was going to happen to her. She thought that Ragnar, whose woman she had hurt, was going to punish or kill her today. Aloha had concluded that Daphne was his woman because she had heard Daphne call him her man. Although Aloha had heard a rumor that Ragnar was gay, seeing a beautiful woman beside him made her question the truthfulness of the rumor. Ragnar burst into the room with Daphne beside him. Aloha sighed deeply, relieved that Daphne was alive. Seeing Ragnar up close, Aloha noticed that he was very handsome. He wore a black tuxedo suit that brought justice to his tall, well-built physique. Just by looking at him, he brought joy to girls' hearts, including hers. But the coldness that surrounded him wo
Aloha sat on the small bed inside the tiny room she had been taken to, staring at the walls and thinking of a way to escape. She only had two days left before Ragnar would kill her if she failed to heal the small child. The room was barely big enough for her to stretch her legs, and the only source of light came from a small window on the door. She wondered how she had gotten herself into this mess. She had no idea that she was a witch, but Ragnar and his people believed she was. As she pondered her situation, the door creaked open, and a she-wolf entered the room. Aloha jumped to her feet, startled by the sudden intrusion. The she-wolf was the one who had been bringing her food since she was taken captive. Aloha looked at the she-wolf with a mixture of fear and hope. She had an idea. She would beg the she-wolf to help her run away. “Please help me out, I want to run away, I can't just die like this,” Aloha pleaded. “Why are all witches so selfish?” she asked. “You have the po
George sat beside Aloha's bed in the hospital, holding her hand gently. He could see the fear in her eyes and knew he needed to calm her down. "Aloha," he said softly, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I promise you're safe, no one will hurt you." Aloha looked at him, still trembling slightly. "I can't believe this is real," she said. "Werewolves,… it's like something out of a horror movie." George smiled reassuringly. "I know it's scary, but if the wolves wanted to harm you, they would have done italready. They're not as bad as people make them out to be." Aloha nodded slowly, starting to relax a little. She couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in George. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I don't know what I would do without you." George chuckled. "You make it sound like I'm an angel or something." Aloha smiled weakly. "Maybe you are. You certainly seem to know what you're talking about." George laughed. "I'm just a guy who's been around a while. I've seen a lot of things." A
Ariel stepped into the club, her eyes scanning the crowded dance floor. The music was so loud, it was almost deafening. The club was filled with smoke, the dim lighting made it difficult to see clearly. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she waited for her drink, she noticed a familiar face on the dance floor. It was Andre, the man she had been searching for. Ariel picked up her drink and made her way to the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music. She approached Andre, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, Andre," she shouted over the music. Andre turned around, surprised to see Ariel. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here," he said. "I need your help," Ariel replied, her voice barely audible over the music. "What's going on?" Andre asked he found his way out of the dancing floor and Ariel followed him and he spot a stool and slid onto "Hey there, handsome," Ariel purred, sliding onto the stool next to him.
George stood in the hallway, waiting for her. When he saw Aloha approaching, he rushed over to her, he had sent a maid to call her for him. "How are you doing?" he asked, standing in front of her. Last night, after George left the king's chamber, he followed Ragnar's instructions creating a friendship with Aloha, and trying to make her trust him. However, George made sure to position himself beside her when she woke up today, since then, their communication had improved, and Aloha seemed more comfortable around him. Although Ragnar had instructed George not to touch Aloha, he told him to comfort Aloha and teach her how to use her powers. Yet George didn't know when he would lose control around her again because even now, her blood is driving him crazy but he wanted her to heal little Effa before he would take any action on how to have her. George held Aloha's waist as they walked toward Effa's room, ignoring the stares of the guards in the hallway As they exited the main mansion
IN COMA REALM Effa jolted upright as she heard Daphne's threat to Aloha, wanting Alpha Ragnar to punish her. She tried to move out from the shell that enclosed her, but the glistening barriers, which blocked her spirit from accessing her physical body, wouldn't let her pass. "No!! I have to save her. I want to go back to my body," she growled. Effa had been in this coma realm for the past ten years, and she had never wished to go back to her physical body, even though she was lonely there with no one to communicate with. She saw it as a punishment for making her uncle kill an innocent person because of her. There was only one thing that could make her want to go back to her body, and that was if she remembered the person who made her sick. But she couldn't remember. The guilt of letting someone die because of her made her not want to leave. However, hearing Aloha's sweet voice, telling her that his uncle might be wicked, but he cares for her and wants her to get well, intrigue
Finally, Aloha turned back, wanting to go back to her room until an idea struck her mind---An idea of how to save herself, then she started on her tracks wanting to find George's room. After a while Aloha's heart was pounding as she stumbled out of the hallway, gasping for air. She had been running for what seemed like forever, trying to find her way through the maze-like palace to George's room. But the endless twists and turns had only left her more lost and confused. She found it difficult to locate George's room as she was not familiar with the palace and had a tendency to forget directions. Aloha navigated through the unfamiliar palace hallway, she spotted a figure emerging from a nearby doorway. It was none other than Marcus, the notorious playboy prince, who had his arm wrapped around a stunning woman. Aloha observed as he leaned in to kiss the woman's cheek, feeling a pang of disgust as she watched his flirtatious behavior. Aloh couldn't quite understand why she felt so bot