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

"You look absolutely stunning today," Azriel whispered softly into Dahlia's ear, his hands gently resting on her waist. "And your scent..." He inhaled deeply as if trying to capture every nuance of it in his mind. "Did you change your fragrance? It's delightful."

"I did." Dahlia leaned in closer to him with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Azriel gently pressed his nose against her nape, feeling the warmth of her skin, as he tightened his embrace around her waist. "I love the way you smell... and I love you," he whispered softly.

Dahlia's laughter filled the room as she affectionately said, "And I love you." She gently turned towards him, encircling her hands around his neck before leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips.

"I'm concerned that if you continue with that behavior, we might end up arriving much later than we originally planned," Azriel remarked, his eyes filled with a hunger for her that was unmistakable.

Home sweet home