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75. Morgana The Cruel
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Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 126. Of Ink and Ashes
[ELARA]Two days have passed since I first learnt of the Feeder cells, and I have not been able to take the image out of my mind yet. Those sunken eyes seem to follow me everywhere I go, like their evil gaze has touched me. The Soulkeeper takes over my nights, relentless in its pursuit to torment me until I’m writhing in sweat, suffocating in my sleep, and begging to wake. My only comfort has been the few hours I spend with Magnus. He has kept me glued to his side during meals, talking extensively about everything he’s been up to over the last few months—in pretty much a one-sided conversation. He encourages questions, yet narrows his eyes in disappointment when I cannot connect things at once. I have been cautious when picking my words. I don’t say more than I need to—don’t let myself get carried away… because I’m afraid I might say something that will remind him of what happened. But if those golden eyes of his tell anything, it’s that every time he meets my gaze, he remembers. “
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 125. The Mist
[ELARA]“The wedding invitation to Qaiven.”Qaiven. That makes me pause. I take a moment to study Magnus’s face, trying to find anything on it that will tell me he already knows about the note Valen left me. But there’s only indifference. I want to tell him about it, but the thought of bringing Valen’s name back into this conversation doesn’t seem wise or favourable. So I bite my tongue, and instead ask, “What wedding?” Magnus answers by pulling open a drawer and placing a scroll on his desk for me to pick up. I look at it, then back up to him. “I know you can read,” he prompts. Stepping forward, I pick it up and unfurl the scroll between my fingers. The greeting itself makes me hesitate. ‘To my ever-loyal comrade in courtly affairs and true kindred spirit…’There can only be one person who can refer to Magnus like this—and I know this is meant to be derisive. “Why did you stop?” Magnus asks, walking around the table and pouring himself some wine into a chalice. I shake my hea
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 124. Consumed By You
[ELARA]My fingers tremble slightly, despite how tightly I clasp them together as I make my way down the narrow hallway leading to the solar. Magnus prefers to take his meals there, retreating to its quiet after the clamor of the Small Hall and scheming with the lords. The solar—and the office perched in the highest tower of the Thornhall castle—have always felt like forbidden ground to me. I haven’t dared to linger anywhere close to them. Slowly I understood that it is an unspoken agreement between us that Magnus would prefer to keep me out of his way. And he never made any inclination to make it seem otherwise. I register the surprise on the guard’s face as he hesitates to bow. He has not seen me here before. He parts rather awkwardly, allowing me inside.The solar feels smaller than I expected—the square table is only set for two, leaving no room to keep my distance. Magnus sits in one of the chairs, his back to me, framed by the open window. Sunlight pours in, casting his figure
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 123. The Winter Bard
[ELARA]The bard is not the same man today.Had no one told me it was him—and had I not watched him so closely the night before—I might’ve sworn it was someone else entirely.I suppose madness does that. Warps a person from the inside out. Just last night, he was dressed in fine silks, the very picture of elegance and confidence—charming enough to rival Magnus at his most dazzling. Now? He’s tied to a pillar in Thornhall’s courtyard like a spectacle.He thrashes wildly, laughter cracking through the air in bursts, each followed by guttural cries that scrape the throat raw. But it’s not the noise that sends a chill down my spine.It’s the pearls.A strand of them, strung neatly around his neck—eerily similar to the one I shattered. The one Valen claimed belonged to Raelynn.I take an instinctive step back.“Who painted his lips?” Lady Brook’s voice comes from beside me, thin and sharp. Her hand clutches her throat as if she’s afraid the color might stain her own skin. Her hair, usually
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 122. Tainted
[ELARA]“Magnus,” I call out. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t turn. Doesn’t even pause. The door slams shut behind him, and something inside me breaks. My knees buckle, and I collapse onto the edge of the bed, fingers twisting into the fabric of my robe like it can change reality. My lungs can’t find air. It’s like they’re stitched shut.‘You’re panicking,’ Lila says. ‘You must breathe.’But I can’t. I can’t.My hands fly to my throat, clawing at the skin like I can scrub the shame away. My nails scrape across Valen’s bite marks, and the moment my fingers graze them, guilt sinks in like a slow-moving poison.What have I done?He wasn’t lying.I saw it in his golden eyes—saw it when the shield fell between us, when truth flooded that brief second of silence. Magnus hadn’t been with anyone. Not in these long, aching months.Not once.But I had believed wrongly.And it led me to—Lila speaks again, ‘It wasn’t just that. You know it wasn’t.’I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head, biting down
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 121. The Mate I Cannot Claim
[MAGNUS]Setting her free—as she says it—is not going to end my misery. If anything, it’ll make me even more miserable. I don’t hate Elara. I could never hate her. The day I start hating her is the day I lose all control over myself. And the day I lose all control of myself is the day I lose her. So I can’t accept her as my mate. I can't get through the ritual and let the bond strengthen. I can’t mark her, can’t make her mine, not until I have eradicated all of my enemies. Until Eldric lies cold in his grave. One more loss… and there will be no going back. Creed’s agony will consume me, break my mind until I’m left as nothing but a hollow shell. Elara stands there looking utterly broken, crying as if there’s no strength left in her. And it is all my fault. Whatever anger I feel, the urge to burn the world to the ground, the desire to see Valen crushed to a pulp—I push it all aside. Lock it inside a part of my mind where I stash all of my irrational thoughts. Valen fed on her, I
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 120. His Wife
[ELARA]Magnus barges in, cutting through the space with quick strides and startling Edith. “Leave,” he tells Edith, not even sparing her a glance. That single word is enough to tell me that he has come here with boiling blood. I don’t even need to consider the fury in his golden eyes. Edith swallows hard, and scurries off but not before tossing me a fleeting look. There’s prayer in her eyes. She is unaware that nothing can save me from Magnus’ wrath. For a moment, silence lingers—a kind where you can hear the sounds of our hearts racing. Stupidly, I stare at Magnus’ face too long, and my chest tightens with an odd feeling. Something that feels a lot like longing. ‘Tread carefully,’ Lila warns. “So you’ve finally come,” I say, nonchalantly running my fingers through my hair as I turn my back on him and walk to the mirror. “You deceived me into thinking you had no idea where my chamber was.”How much does he know? I wonder as I sit down on the bench, staring at my reflection. He’s
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 119. The Vampire's Offer
[ELARA]I stare at the ceiling, breathing a little too loud. I’m aware of the sweat covering my naked body, of the puncture wounds on my neck that are still blazing, eliciting waves of pleasure although Valen is no longer feeding on me. The desire to curl up and close my eyes and shut myself from the world feels too overwhelming. What have I done?A slow breath drifts against my shoulder.I go still.He’s awake.Heat creeps up my neck, shame curling in my stomach. I don’t dare look at him. If I do, I’ll see it—the smug amusement in his expression, the satisfaction, the knowing.I close my eyes, as if I can will myself back into ignorance. As if I can pretend I didn’t just let Valen—the last person I should have touched—consume me whole.“You're thinking too much,” his voice breaks the silence. It’s unbothered. I flinch.He chuckles. “I can hear it, you know. That frantic little heartbeat of yours.”My fingers curl into the sheets, my breath catching. “Go away,” I murmur.Valen shif
Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince 118. Blood and Desire
[ELARA]Something tells me Valen knows I’m here, and that I’m watching him, but doesn’t stop. “What do you think you are doing?” I hiss at him when I finally find my voice again, daring myself to walk closer. He glances at me leisurely, licking his bloodied lips as he lifts his head from her neck. “I was hungry,” he says with a shrug, and casts Tara aside like a doll. She leans against the wall, the euphoric smile on her face still lingering. “You look… displeased.”I hesitate. I did not think I would Tara here. I really believed she was with Magnus. “She’s our guest,” I whisper, my fingers twitching to reach her, to check if she’s okay—but I don’t. Somehow, I can’t bring myself to touch her. Not when she looks like she’s floating in some distant bliss. “You can’t harm her.”Valen cocks his head slightly, amused. “Harm?” He gestures lazily at Tara’s boneless form. “Does she look harmed to you?”I scoff. “You—” I swallow, forcing air into my lungs. “You drank her blood.”He smirks,
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