LOGINBound to a worthless Alpha via a marriage of convenience, Dahlia Hartnett has no other choice but to seek the help of the fearsome Alpha King when she finds out her husband’s mistress is pregnant with his child and they plan to overthrow her to take over her pack. However, the horrifying rumors about the Alpha King make her hesitate, until she stumbles upon a shocking secret. Killian Blackburn has lived with a curse almost all his life, a cruse that no woman in the kingdom has ever been able to break…until Dahlia breaks in through the door and bulldozes into his life. A contract is formed on mutual benefits, but when the heart comes into play…will the fierce Alpha be able to keep his end of the bargain? And why was he cursed in the first place? And why is Dahlia the only person who can break through the haze and arouse his desires like no other? As shadows are unveiled and a terrible truth from the past is revealed, will Dahlia still be able to stand next to her cursed Alpha, despite the trials ahead?
View MoreHi guys,I am so sorry to have to make this announcement because I seriously thought I had most of the plot figured out, but recently, when I try to write new chapters, I just feel like I'm going around in circles. That's why, for the sake of my mental health and for the sake of providing you with a better experience and plot, I'll be taking some time off from this story. I think I'll be back in November, and I really hope I'll have clearned my head enough to continue this story by then. Sorry again for everyone reading, and I hope you have a better reading experience with my other books, most of which are completed.Happy reading.Lovage!!!!!!!!!
Killian’s P.O.VI carried Dahlia carefully and laid her down on the bed, adjusting the pillow beneath her head before pulling the blanket over her small frame. She stirred faintly but didn’t wake. Master Eugene moved quietly beside me, fixing the saline drip he had prepared earlier, the faint smell of herbs mixed into the liquid drifting through the room. He hung the bag, tapped the line, and then inserted the needle with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times. When the fluid began to flow steadily, he stepped back, exhaling softly.We left the room together, closing the door behind us. The hallway felt colder, quieter, as though Dahlia’s presence had been the only warmth inside. Eugene stopped abruptly, turned to me, and his sharp eyes searched mine.“Killian,” he said slowly, “did you see it? The light on her hand?”I blinked, caught off guard by the urgency in his
Dahlia’s P.O.VI sat at the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Korina. My fingers hovered for a moment before I gently placed my hand above her wounded, raw back. Her body tensed slightly, but she didn’t wake. I drew in a slow breath and turned my eyes to Master Eugene.“Master,” I said softly, keeping my voice low, “focus on her legs first, while I try to patch up as much of her back as I can. One part at a time, that’s the best solution.”He nodded, his expression grave yet steady. “You’re right. If we spread ourselves thin, nothing will hold. The legs first, then we move upward. Keep using your healing while I work my way up.”“On it.” I reassured him, trying my best to keep my hands steady.Lady Agatha clasped her hands tightly, her knuckles pale. “Please… please be careful,” she whispered.“I will,” Eugen
Dahlia’s P.O.VI could feel the tension long before we even reached the doors. The corridors were buzzing with maids and servants running about, their whispers sharp, their footsteps frantic, as though they too sensed the weight of the moment but had no idea how to lift it. Killian didn’t say a word, just led me down a hallway I’d never used before. The walls glittered with gilded frames and tapestries, the air heavier here, but none of it mattered to me. My chest was too tight, my thoughts only on Korina and what I would find.When Killian threw open the oak doors without warning, I rushed in behind him, and the sight inside made my breath catch. Almost everyone was there. Lady Agatha clutched the arm of her chair like it was the only thing keeping her from collapsing. Vivian stood rigid by the bedside, trying to hold himself together, but his eyes were distant, glazed with something close to despair. Even Eugene, the royal












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