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

"What's the status?" Azriel asked the men at the table.

They all gulped hard, trying to pick apart the right words to tell him so he wouldn't lash out at them. "We caught some of the men trying to smuggle things into the kingdom but none of the carts contained Xarbalte." One of the men managed to speak.

"How about the borders?" Azriel turned to Lyonne who was standing behind him.

"The borders are under watch and lockdown so the outbreak is currently being controlled there too." Lyonne gave him a rundown of their current status.

"And the antidote?" He asked Edward.

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