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Author: QueenRani6
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-22 23:42:09

DAMIAN

My heart skips a beat as I see her on the ground.

My body moves on its own, fingers flexing around her arms and legs as I lift her off the ground. The moment I do, she jerks–eyes widening into wakefulness.

“Ophelia.” I breathe her name softly, feeling relief flood into my heart.

My knitted eyebrows begin to relax now. So is my tightened jaw as my eyes widen at the realization that I could have lost her. And for what?

I have to find out–I propose in my heart.

“What happened?” I say the moment I set her down on the bed, carefully arranging her limbs like she is a fragile trophy. My hands linger for longer than they should be, out of fear.

Fear that if I had come in any later than now, she could be gone… At least, that is what my paranoia wants me to believe.

Ophelia breathes slowly, the color rushing to her cheeks now. Her eyelids flutter as she looks at me, her eyebrows knitting into a frown–as if she is stumped to see me here. But it does nothing to calm the raging storm i
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  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   Budding Airs

    DAMIAN The air is lighter today. And it resonates through everything– the mood, the chatter and the high spirits. Choosing today to step out amongst the locals is short notice but it seems like the best thing so far. With all the recent events, a move like this will cement my political aspirations. Beside the politics, I need to get a closer feel amongst my people. Staying up here and cooped is not helping matters. Not with everything out to desperately ruin almost every public opinion of me. I sigh, letting myself be in the moment right now. One tug at the jacket at my tuxedo, and a smile washes down on my face. Especially at the sight of Ophelia, my contract Luna. This will be good for her. She is dressed the part–of a Luna, my Luna. And pride fills my heart at the thought of this. She exudes a grace that makes it hard for me to peel my eyes off her, smiling softly when our eyes meet. Since we got together, we’d hardly do things together, as a couple. I had been busy, too bu

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   Plan B

    OPHELIA“But Your Majesty, we have to get ready to leave now!” Katrina protests as I skip towards the old library, watchful of my surroundings.“I know, Katrina. I just need to get something real quick.” I whisper, making sure to keep my voice down in case of any passerbys.Last night was crazy. From finding the journal that detailed my experience to literally being pulled out of a convulsion by Damian. Nothing has been normal!I don’t exactly know what occurred in the bedroom before Damian stepped in. But judging from the look on his face, I could tell he was scared for my life.His reaction had me with mixed feelings. At some point, I felt flattered that he cared enough for my well-being to be that worried but I just guessed he was more concerned about the contract we had together.But whatever happened solidified my resolve to get that journal. And after breakfast, I decide to make my move now.The patience to wait till nighttime again just doesn’t sit right with me. What if I don’

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   Shut Out

    DAMIANMy heart skips a beat as I see her on the ground. My body moves on its own, fingers flexing around her arms and legs as I lift her off the ground. The moment I do, she jerks–eyes widening into wakefulness. “Ophelia.” I breathe her name softly, feeling relief flood into my heart.My knitted eyebrows begin to relax now. So is my tightened jaw as my eyes widen at the realization that I could have lost her. And for what? I have to find out–I propose in my heart. “What happened?” I say the moment I set her down on the bed, carefully arranging her limbs like she is a fragile trophy. My hands linger for longer than they should be, out of fear. Fear that if I had come in any later than now, she could be gone… At least, that is what my paranoia wants me to believe.Ophelia breathes slowly, the color rushing to her cheeks now. Her eyelids flutter as she looks at me, her eyebrows knitting into a frown–as if she is stumped to see me here. But it does nothing to calm the raging storm i

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   An Unanmed Journal

    OPHELIAI don’t feel like myself. This feeling…it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I am hyperventilating, struggling to get a proper breath out and the entire Castle feels like it’s spinning beneath my feet.As I step out of the dining room, I rest by the wall to catch my breath. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” Katrina asks with concern laced in her tone. I don’t want to lie to her but revealing the extent of my condition to her makes me uncertain. I had already frightened her more than needed this afternoon by the display in the kitchen.Having her worried to the point where she might want to disclose anything to Damian may not really work in my favour. Planting a smile on my face, I look up at her. “Oh, yes. Dinner just went down awfully.” The lie comes out effectively. I barely even took a bite of the meal.Katrina stares at me straight in the eye. “But you didn’t have anything to eat, Your Majesty.” I sigh inwardly, forgetting how keenly observant my handmaid is.

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   A Strange Condition

    OPHELIAI don’t feel like myself. This feeling…it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I am hyperventilating, struggling to get a proper breath out and the entire Castle feels like it’s spinning beneath my feet.As I step out of the dining room, I rest by the wall to catch my breath. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” Katrina asks with concern laced in her tone. I don’t want to lie to her but revealing the extent of my condition to her makes me uncertain. I had already frightened her more than needed this afternoon by the display in the kitchen.Having her worried to the point where she might want to disclose anything to Damian may not really work in my favour. Planting a smile on my face, I look up at her. “Oh, yes. Dinner just went down awfully.” The lie comes out effectively. I barely even took a bite of the meal.Katrina stares at me straight in the eye. “But you didn’t have anything to eat, Your Majesty.” I sigh inwardly, forgetting how keenly observant my handmaid is.

  • Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate   A Scripted Dinner

    DAMIANDinner is supposed to be soothing, simple–the last meal of the day. A time to come together, wrapped in the false sense of normalcy, accompanied by the clink of silverware and spark of night lighting. It is a place to unburden, make merry and perhaps relive each day. Or at least, that is how Sir Wicker prefers dinner to be Right now, it is the total opposite. An aberration of everything he holds dear over the dinner table. And this time, there are two prime culprits–Ophelia and I. Ophelia, it is. For I have nothing against her. Unfortunately she does not share the same lights as I do.She sits across from me, posture straight, hands barely touching her cutlery set. Her plate shows no deduction, remaining in its pristine state as it was served. Her expression is stale, a frozen remnant of a half smile. Almost like she is acting in a rehearsed script. A nod here and there, when spoken and the occasional dry smiles flashed when Sir Wicker makes one of his lame, travel jokes.

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