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

"Are we seriously going to start trading with these people?" Lyonne asked Azriel as they were preparing to meet Draco and Tobias.

"We don't have a choice at this point... It won't be forever though, at least until this Xarbalte issue has been resolved so let's just hope they don't catch on to us until then."

Lyonne nodded. That was all they could do at the moment since they were currently walking on enemy territory unprotected.

"Did you manage to send word to Edward?" Azriel asked.

"I did... they'll be waiting by the border in three days - so we need to hurry it up before then."

They gathered their things and followed the guard who led them to the meeting room. "I see you're both looking fresh today, I take it you slept well." Tobias greeted them enthusiastically the second they stepped foot in the room. If it weren't for the crown sitting on Draco's head, one would have thought Tobias was the king and not Draco with the way he acted.

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