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It's been a thousand years since the era of god’s have passed and all the gods are asleep in their tomb at the crypt, a young and naive girl, Ivar falls in love with her Uncle, Ragnar, she defies her parents wishes to marry him, believing he's the man holding her heart. Ignoring her mother's warning, Ivar marries Ragnar before fleeing with him to his village.
But upon reaching his village, Ivar realized there's more to Ragnar than she thought. Ragnar is not just a man—he’s a wolven, bounds by a dark curse that haunts not just him but his entire tribe. And Ivar, is the key to breaking that curse.

The King Wolven's Bride

When I returned to my room that night, I was surprised to find Ailis there.

She took a step toward me. "I thought you would never return."

I blew out a long breath, walking toward the stool, and I sat down.

"My Lady," she said. "Are you well?"

I opened my mouth to speak, having no idea where to start. My confrontation with Ragnar was making my blood boil with anger. And when he leaned closer, I thought he was about to kiss me, but instead, he sent me away.

"Did something happen out there during the attack?"

I didn't want to tell Ailis about my experience with Ragnar. "There were many wolvens out there."

"I pray no harm came to you, My Lady," Ailis said, stepping closer.

I removed the cloak I was wearing and dumped it on the floor.

"Before I left, I saw the guards slaying the wolvens," I said.

"Were you able to kill any?" she asked.

Chapter 13