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Chapter Twenty-One: The Final Escape

“ARE you crazy?” Adhara laughed and chuckled. “Listen to me. This is the right time to escape! Jarckon won’t notice you, okay? He’s busy with his birthday celebration.”Adhara was stunned by what Slagle said, and she looked at Jarckon, who was too busy talking with the guests. She sighed and, though earnestly on a brighter side, Slagle was right. This was her chance to get away from Jarckon’s grasp.She stared at Slagle and breathed heavily. She remembered the day when Slagle left her alone and let her be captured by Jarckon’s men. What if that happened again? How could she be sure that Slagle would help her and not leave her alone again?“Come on, Adhara. You don't have time to think. This is your chance to get away from him."“I want to come with you and run away from him, but…” There was doubt in her heart.“But why?” “I’m afraid you will leave me again.”Slagle chuckled and sighed. He just stared at Adhara, finding words to say. He wanted to convince Adhara to come with him and

Chapter Twenty-Two: Broken

WHEN Adhara sees Slagle in a corner at Jarckon’s party, they agree to escape again. Even with doubts in her heart, she goes with him to the seashore and boards a yacht. Unexpectedly, Mr. Greyston sees them running from the crowd. Suspicious, he follows and informs Jarckon, claiming Adhara is fleeing with her “lover.” Jarckon follows Mr. Greyston to the shore, needing to confirm the truth. He can’t imagine Adhara betraying him—unless Slagle is involved. Curious onlookers trail behind them. Everyone gasps at the sight. Freezing, they stare at Adhara with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Adhara and Slagle gaze at the resort lights, aware of the crowd’s astonishment. Shamed, Adhara looks down, avoiding eye contact—especially with Jarckon. Slagle steps beside her, holding her hand to reassure her. He’d fight Jarckon to regain Adhara’s trust. Mr. Greyston is stunned to see Slagle. His anger at Adhara fades, but Jarckon freezes, shaking his head and looking away. “Slagle?” Mr. Greyst

Chapter Twenty-Three The Monster in Bed

ADHARA stands from the grassland, her ears straight up and baring her teeth. She growls, and anger runs through her veins. She ran away from Jarckon; she could not hardly bear to stay with him anymore. Jarckon follows her and stops her, but no matter what Jarckon did, Adhara shows him her werewolf nature. She might not be as strong as Jarckon, but she can defend herself against him. She keeps on running until she gets tired. She stops and howls like a lifeless, wounded wolf. At that moment, Adhara turns into her human form. He came nearer to Adhara to lend a hand. He had no idea what was going on with her; all he knew was that she would escape and run away from him. He lifted Adhara and drove back to the castle. The party is over with an unexpected happening between his uncle and Adhara, and Slagle, his brother, running away again and hiding from them. Looking furious, anger runs through her veins. Jarckon approaches her and tries to calm her down, but Adhara's anger never faded t

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Death of an Angel

Adhara’s entire body ached. She hated Jarckon for forcing her to have sex with him. Tears blurred her vision as anger burned within—she wanted to kill him, to tear his bones to pieces. She picked her clothes off the floor and dressed herself. Jarckon sat on the couch, arms resting lazily, his gaze fixed on her. He still savored the memory of her soft body, smooth skin, and the scent that had driven him wild. Her lips had tasted like sweet candy, her breasts making his pulse race. Their bodies had moved in rhythm during sex, and every time he’d claimed her, it had felt like pure pleasure. He craved her more; owning her body, breathing in her fresh scent, brought him ultimate joy. Adhara wiped her tears, her feet touching the cold marble floor as she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her, desperate to rid herself of Jarckon’s scent. The pain from his assault still lingered. She closed her eyes, trying to forget the horror, to leave the memo

Chapter Twenty-Five : The Secret Door

Jarckon walks away, leaving Adhara alone. He doesn’t want her to get stressed because of him. He is sorry for how he feels right now. He can’t believe Adhara is pregnant and carrying his child. He sighs and stares into the distance. Jarckon feels how angry she is with him. It brings back memories of what happened between them earlier—he should have listened to Adhara’s pleas and not forced her to have sex. After a day, Adhara returns to the castle, and Jarckon blames himself constantly for what happened to her and the child she miscarried. That day, he keeps his distance from Adhara but can’t stop thinking about her condition. He worries about her and often asks Felicity for updates. He ensures Adhara is well cared for, with everything she needs to recover fully. Things have been tough for Adhara since she brought Jarckon to the castle. Until one day, she gets a chance to talk to him. It is a Sunday afternoon when Jarckon visits her room to ask about her condition. Though her anger

Chapter Twenty-Six: Breakfast with the Alpha

“My lady, are you okay?” Felicity asks Adhara in a high-pitched voice. She moves closer to Adhara and glances at the outside of the kitchen. She looks awestruck and speculates about what she sees on the outside. “Oh, yes. I am okay. But don’t worry about me… I’m just… “ Adhara looks too worried. Her eyes are elusive; she lowers her gaze and avoids looking at Felicity. “Can you come with me and take me to my room?” “Yes, of course, my lady. Are you alright?” Adhara just nods and walks away from the kitchen. She doesn’t want the servants to give her a reason to speculate that something is happening to her. The servants look at each other with curiosity on their faces. They just shrug their shoulders and go back to what they were doing. Adhara is left alone inside her room and she can’t get the secret door that she discovered out of her head. A smile appears on her face from the moment it comes to her remembrance. She glances at the view through her windowpane and looks

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fallen

Panic surged through her. Her legs were wobbly with fear. Fear fluttered in her stomach. She stepped backward, holding her head—she felt dizzy, and everything around her seemed to spin. "Are you okay?" Jarckon noticed her. Her heart was uneasy; he felt Adhara’s fear, terror enveloping her whole body. He could sense it—the scent of her, even the way she trembled. It was strange and uncomfortable, this connection he felt. "I’m okay." Adhara breathed nervously, her eyes fixed on the room where she’d been locked. "What are you afraid of?" Concern laced his voice. "Nothing… I just remembered something." Jarckon sighed and followed her gaze to the room. Adhara’s fear spiked when she heard a sound like running water, then echoing voices, whispering. She closed her eyes and focused on the calm flow—it felt close. She could sense it: a mirror image, clear, quiet, but deep. When she opened her eyes, they had turned gray. Unpleasant sensations twisted inside her, like a fish out of

Chapter Twenty- Eight Steamy Moment

On the day Adhara unleashed her werewolf nature, Jarckon gave her more privacy and let her come and go from the castle. She couldn’t explain why she’d suddenly transformed in front of him—it was just because of the kiss he’d shared with her at the waterfall. Adhara felt hatred toward Jarckon again, yet she still craved his kisses. She couldn’t stop herself from tasting his sweet lips, from feeling his warm breath every time he kissed her. One night, when the world was deeply asleep and moonlight cast a faint glow in her dark room, Jarckon entered naked, not a stitch of clothing on him. He approached Adhara silently, then grabbed her and kissed her. His kisses warmed her body like a fire about to explode. The heat between them ignited lust, and the night became a steamy blur. Jarckon’s lips trailed down her body. He removed Adhara’s clothes, one piece at a time, his hands caressing her skin slowly. His lips moved to her breast, and he teased her nipple with his tongue. She moaned a

Chapter Twenty- Nine Buffet of Flowers

Adhara and Jarckon had time to get to know each other well—they frequently saw each other and took walks in the castle garden. There were times he sent gifts without an occasion, which made Adhara flattered. She also often cooked for Jarckon and they had breakfast together. The servants and other people in the castle gossiped that the two had special feelings for each other. One morning, Jarckon caught Adhara busy sprinkling plants and observed that she loved gardening. She had a green thumb that brought dying plants back to life. “You love what you’re doing.” Her heart beat like a drum when she heard Jarckon’s voice. She hadn’t expected him to be there that day—she thought he had a business meeting with another werewolf clan. “Did I surprise you?” Jarckon asked in his cold voice. “Oh, I never expected you to be here. I thought you had important things to do.” “Hmm… Yes, but I cancelled it.” “Why?” Her eyes narrowed in disbelief. She wondered what his reason could be. Jarckon

Chapter Thirty : The Escape

She looked out the window, and her eyes fixed on the castle grounds—memories flooded back: the place where she’d met Jarckon, the tunnel, and the secret door in the kitchen. It was a relief he didn’t post guards outside her room all day. That night, as she fell asleep, she resolved to escape. This was the time to run—from the castle, from Jarckon. For the past few days, she’d cooked his breakfast, walked with him in the garden, watered the plants, and helped him tend to the grounds. The guards allowed her to move freely, which gave her an opportunity. At dawn, she began plotting. She marked the key gate with chalk as her exit point and tied threads to trees along the path, creating a trail out of North Oregon Castle. Later, in the garden, she joined Jarckon as usual. She stared into his emerald eyes—this might be the last time. Those eyes had fascinated her, stirred feelings she couldn’t ignore, yet also filled her with loathing. “This is the most wonderful moment of my life,” she

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