Kieolar

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.
 
 
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"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."

The Witch's Gaze

A few nerve wrecking minutes later, Lyonne charged in through the door with Analice right behind him. "What's going on?" He asked once he saw the stressed look on Dahlia's face and the anger Azriel was seething out.

Analice wasted no time before walking up to Dahlia's side, "Is everything okay?" She asked.

Being too shaken up to talk after nearly facing death, Dahlia simply nodded a no and reste her head on Analice's shoulders for support.

"We were nearly poisoned." Azriel finally spoke up, "The food brought to us was spiked with Xarbalte."

"Xarbalte?" Lyonnes eyes widened, "Are you sure? Did you confirm it?" He asked.

"I did. It's the same substance as the ones we found on the rouge wolves." Azriel was angrily clenching his fists as he spoke.

"Then that means the castle has been breached and-"

"Someone on the inside is working for our mystery man."

Nearly poisoned