CHAPTER ELEVENAstrid's jaw dropped. Ragnar not only mated her but wanted to have sex with her as well? Something about this didn't seem right, but also, everything felt right; it felt needed, it felt wanted, it felt desired. All of her fantasies were about to come to pass, why should she delay the process with boring questions? However, as much as she wanted Ragnar's dick to be buried in her immediately, she felt as though there was something she had to let him know. "I—I want to have sex with you, to get this insane sexual frustration out of my head and I—"He let out a frustrated groan, "Astrid, are you going to get on the fucking bed or not?' "I will. I will." She quickly replied, salvaging his anger before he lost interest in pleasuring her. "It's just that, there is something I have to tell you…" she began, looking away from him shly, her arms crossing over her exposed boobs. "Tell me? You want to tell me that you hate me and that you're only agreeing to this because you h

Astrid, feeling Lilith's gaze on the mark, instinctively touched the spot on her neck. "Answer me, bitch! Who mated you!" Lilith thundered. Astrid looked at Lilith, her expression defiant."And who do you think mated me?" Astrid questioned, her tone challenging.Lilith, bewildered and perplexed, stuttered, "I... I didn't know."Astrid's eyes narrowed as she continued, a smirk on her face "Oh no, I think you do."The realization hit Lilith like a tidal wave. No wonder Ragnar had refused her advances, no wonder he seemed distant. He was already mated to Astrid. The pieces fell into place, and Lilith's thoughts raced."Why didn't he tell me?" Lilith muttered to herself, her mind whirling with confusion.Astrid, sensing Lilith's inner turmoil, replied, "Maybe you should ask him."As Lilith grappled with the new information, she couldn't help but wonder why Ragnar hadn't disclosed Astrid's status as his mate. And the questions multiplied in her mind—why impregnate Lilith if Astrid was h

"Are you deaf? Take off your fucking clothes." he thundered the command again. Her resistance and stubborness threathened to come up to the surface — the principle that no one could tell her what to do. But, her resolve to be fucked by Ragnar was even stronger. So, she gave a simple nod and did as he said. She reached for her top first, taking off the straps and gently pulling the fabric off her body. The shirt slid down, revealing her breasts and those pink nipples that Ragnar couldn't get his eyes off. She reached for her skirt next, pulling it down as well and next, her underwear. She stepped out of the pool of fabric, pushing her hair away from her face and her towards her back. So he could see her. All of her. Again, logical reasoning tried to voice out from the back of her mind, telling her to put on her fucking clothes, resist the temptation and leave. But the desire was irresistible at this point, and the cravings delivered by the full moon had to be satisfied. "Arch."

Ragnar paced furiously in his throne room. His three elders were seated, Ryan was present as well. And all four of them combined were telling him a bunch of bullshit. "My Lord," Beta Ryan spoke with measured concern, "what I'm simply trying to say is that we should consider the possibility that the prophecy is unfolding before us." The first elder — Elder Jorred spoke up, "Exactly, my King. The appearance of the golden wolf with the mark of the moon—Astrid's wolf—aligns with what the prophetess foretold."Ragnar, however, dismissed the notion with a vehement wave of his hand. "Bullshit! That mark could mean anything and you all know that. Do you think the gods would be callous to make my enemy my Savior? How does that sound to you?" Beta Ryan persisted, "I understand your point, my Lord. But the are signs — the red fog returned the moment Astrid shifted. That cannot be mere coincidence."Elder Kobben nodded in affirmation, "Perhaps the gods are trying to communicate with us throu

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Well, if you don't have anything else to say, Lilith, then you can leave." He replied. He needed some time to himself to work and to organize his thoughts — they were all over the place. He needed a smoke, definitely. "One more thing, my Lord." Lilith began, "It's about the plague the Prophetess had talked about. Beta Ryan had told me about it." Ragnar arched a brow, "Plague? She didn't say anything about it being a plague. And I see, Ryan has a sharp mouth now, doesn't he?" She quickly defended, "Not quite, I had actually overheard him talking about it. Not that he spilled the information to me." she said, "Also, just like you, my Lord, I also doubt the credibility of the prophecy — are you actually going to keep Astrid alive?" Jealous and annoying. When was she going to understand that both she and Astrid meant nothing to him? "Perhaps you didn't 'overhear' correctly, or didn't Ryan say that Astrid was the chosen wolf? I have to keep her around to avert whate