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Ragal POVThe audacity—wanting to impeach me simply because I got injured during a fight. Instead of figuring out a way to make the Elite Wolves pay, they were fighting to get rid of me.I was right all along. They were always waiting for a chance for me to slip up, but I am Ragal, and my word is final."What makes you think that I am not capable of leading?" I asked."You keep having blackouts during meetings, and the shades—it's something new.""I'm fine. There's no need to worry." I moved to the door."Prove it."I turned."Prove that you are fit to rule." He said it again, and it was all it took for me not to snap his head from his shoulders."You all are asking me to prove my capability as king of nine packs?""Yes." They all replied in unison.I clenched my fist tightly. Grey hairs sprinkled through their hair like wisdom overflowed in those brains.Greedy bunch of fools.I had toiled day and night. For what? To be ridiculed by a bunch of whiteheads who thought they were wiser t

Hermosa povI couldn't concentrate; everywhere was a blur. Only the sloppy sounds of my pussy juice were heard while he thrust himself deep.Every stroke made my clit throb with pleasure, and I held onto that. His scent was driving me nuts.My desire tripled as he fucked the shit out of me.I came, my screams reverberating all over the place as he slumped to the bed, breathing hard.I couldn't believe it. I had made love to the Alpha King, and it was memorable.He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms all around me, and before I knew it, I slept off.******The sunlight from the open window hit my eyes. I woke up rubbing my eyes and temples as a headache surged in-between.I leaned my back on the bedpost, tired from last night with no memory. Since I lost my memory it takes time to boot my brains.I looked around. The bedsheets were not mine neither were the curtains. Strange, I don't remember sleep walking. I don't even sleep walk. Wait a minute. I stared down at the bed covers.N

Hermosa pov He came out of the shower with a towel trying to dry himself. A white towel tied firmly at his waist region.Water dripped from his hair to his hot abs. I was confused whether to believe her or not but the vial staring at me told me she was telling the truth."Hey," he stepped forward picking up his jacket from the floor. "Something wrong?" He asked."No." I lied as he walked over to the other side of the room to get his shampoo.I stared at the table of food in front of me. Suddenly everything felt like ash in my mouth. There on the table sat the vial and my questions.Not just any vial. A witch vial concocted through herbs.Witches don't just give out vials. They prepare them specifically for their patients.My pulse had gone up suddenly. There was no witch without a curse.There is no vial without a curse or affliction. I swallowed the last piece of bread and without waiting for any explanation.Watching Raphael switch to different characters and Ragal do the same was

Ragal povShe had wrapped one of her palms in white towel, a dull, faint shade of red already bleeding through the cloth.I rushed forward and took her hands in mine. She flinched, a look of surprise crossing her face the moment her eyes landed on me."Hermosa, what happened to you?" I asked, studying the reddened surface beneath the wrapping."Please leave." The words came out cold. Flat. I stood there trying to reconcile this version of her with the one who had slept under the same roof as me, who had eaten my food without hesitation just the night before.Why was she angry with me? Was it because I had slipped into her room without permission?*"I'm sorry for barging in. I was worried about you."My hands still held onto hers. "Who did this to you?"She pulled free. "I don't want to say. Leave my room.""Did I do something wrong? You were eating my food last night and now you don't want me anywhere near you."*"It's everything about you.""Me?" I drew closer.She closed her eyes an

Ragal She made quick strides towards me, making sure her legs were exposed. Her feet were strapped in heels and the way she walked felt posed yet effortless.This confidence wasn't maidlike. It was purposeful.I watched as her finger trailed my wounds softly. I couldn't believe the audacity."I am not a maid." She whispered in my ear, confirming my suspicion. I had been too focused on my mate that I hadn't noticed this.She pressed her body against mine, making sure my chest felt the strain of her nipples threatening to peek out of her breast cup.Was she a stripper sent by Rapheal? It was only those kinds of women that had no shame behaving like this in front of a man.Her fingers curled against my hair as she leaned further in. My grip firmly on the sink, I allowed her to continue, impressed by this sheer confidence that I wouldn't make her pay for it."You need someone like me." She trailed on. "Someone that can take care of you."I kept quiet, allowing this shenanigan of hers to