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Manifest of a Mysterious Power

Author: QueenRani6
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-09 23:44:00
DAMIAN

My guts are never wrong.

Since the brief arousal with my contract wife, I find myself in a constant struggle with my beast. A fight for supremacy, a tussle for dominance. One of which the resulting effect of losing control could not be condoned.

I could hurt her, like my mother. And I cannot afford that.

When I left the room, I stepped into the surrounding woods, for a respite. Away from obligation and prying eyes. Away in the open woods where I could go out and not be concerned about losing control.

But what I did not expect was the inkling that I would meet her here.

Out in the woods, and running from the castle.

My eyebrows knit with annoyance as I clench harder on her wrist. Only until she whimpers, bending to the arrested hand, do I lighten my hold. Nonetheless, my face remains unreadable, but my eyes, I could tell, froths with a storm within.

There are a thousand things I want to say– as a means to vent my boiling rage. But I hold still, watching as she protests si
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  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   Breakfast With His Majesty I

    OPHELIAAfter taking a much-needed bath with the sweet-smelling lather, the maids help me into one of the dresses. An emerald colored piece of satin that shimmers faintly with the little rays of sun. The bodice is perfectly my size–fitted but not too tight. The neckline is modest enough to cover the hickey left on my skin from last night. None of the maids seem to have any reaction to it. They’re all trained so well that they somehow manage not to display any of their emotions on their faces. Or perhaps they had already seen too much for them to be bothered any longer.The sleeves fall softly against my arms with the long skirt pooling around my feet. “The dress looks gorgeous on you, Your Majesty.” Katrina compliments with a wide smile. “It matches your eyes.” I can’t help but smile at the genuine comment. She beacons me gently and I sit by the vanity for her to work on my hair.My long and thick black locks magically turn into an elegant hairdo with braids by the sides, woven i

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   A Jealous Ex

    OPHELIASunlight streaming into the room wakes me up. My eyes flutter open and I remain motionless for a while, just long enough to recapture yesterday’s events.My life has been a whirlwind of blockbusters for the past few days and the greatest mystery of them all is him–Damian Crypthil. The very reason I had run away from home. Fate somehow had to make me a laughing stock. Because out of all odds, how on earth did I get married to the one person I tried to get away from?My hands fall lazily on my lips–still swollen after the plethora of kisses he laid on me last night. Heat travels down my neck as I recall how he held me against his strong arms. Then, he turned away.“This should have never happened”His words replay in my head over and over again until I can barely register my thoughts. I try to sense any energy coming from next door but I feel nothing.He didn’t even sleep here?“Three full moons.” As I straighten up from the bed, I utter. “Just three full moons and I will be fr

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   The Cost of Salvation II

    DAMIANSo kill them. His words echo in my head, over and over again. Not like a suggestion. But a command, a betrayal of every code I stand by. One of which he is familiar with. I turn to leave, not wanting to be here for a second longer. But just as my feet turn around, I freeze, my expression hardening. I feel the surge of anger and disappointment within my guts. One that refuses to be silenced and in a single heartbeat, I rotate back to him. “You know…” I start slowly with a chuckle. “For someone whose profession borders around saving lives. Someone who took the healer's oath, you don't seem very particular about upholding the statues.” Henrick looks up at me, his eyes narrowing just briefly. And then there is plain nothingness–an unreadable expression as he stares blankly at me. “I can't make the decision for you, Damian. But I do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done.” He says. I scoff bitterly again. “What needs to be done, Henrick? What did you do?”His eyeb

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   The Cost of Salvation I

    DAMIANI smell like shit.That–is the first thought that crosses my mind the moment I step out of the studio. Observing myself, I am covered in dried paint, pastel marks and tattered clothes. And my head bangs, from the episode with my wolf. Every muscle feels numb as I force my body to move.As I take another step, I consider what the others would say if they see me. The Alpha regent just had another episode and looks like crap. Oh, the rumors that would make. And the elders? They would jump on it. Milk it so that they could delay my coronation while they mock me in their corners. It is a risk I cannot afford to take. So I halt on visiting Henrick, and decided to take a shower instead. To clean up, with the consideration that when I am done Henrick should be available–in the infirmary. With my new course of action in mind, I head away to the guest chambers, mindful enough not to visit my bedroom. I don't want to spook Ophelia with my ghastly look. As I arrive, the breath of f

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   Fractured Canvas

    DAMIANI can still smell it–the scent of her arousal. It clings to me stubbornly, reminding me of what could have been. Of the pleasures I would be drowning in–claiming her body.Another deep breath, and I stagger away from the door. No, No more. I sigh again lumbering away. Even though my mind lingers there–to feel her touch, her body, her scent. But it is all too sudden.Even so, I cannot deny the yearning I have for her. The longing, the desire. And within me, I hear my wolf growl in approval, with an acknowledgement I could only understand– she's ours. No, I argue back, she’s my wife for the council's sake. Not ours. No more, no less. Ours. I ignore the beast within me. And everything that still clings on to her. Shifting my thoughts, I observe the moonlight filtering through the halls as I walk away, in search of a distraction.Something to take my mind off her. I need to focus. Making out twice in a short session, that's too much. Put your head in the game, Damian.

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   Fervent Kisses

    OPHELIAEverything vanishes. Everything narrated about the Cryptic maniacs and the calming mist flies out of my head as Damian leans closer. The temperature in the room suddenly turns into a furnace. My breaths get heavier and I’m unable to look away from the fire in his eyes. A blazing and unquenchable flame, that calls for me.My body jolts as though being struck by lightning and it’s like something magnetic pulls me towards him. Rationality tries to set in but the hunger in me–and my wolf–is greater.“D-Damian–” I emit a whimper as his large hand grabs my neck–gentle enough to prove he wouldn’t hurt me but hard enough to warn me.That I’m his to own. For as long as this contract marriage lasts.With his face inches away from mine, his breath on my face, his hungering, lingering stares. As though daring me to make the first move. And his lips—oh, these red lined lips. Hungering for a taste, I lose every sense of restraint. Everything that holds me back—my rationality and what i

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