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Drogo stiffens above me as his gaze lands on my neck. I feel the same tension as yesterday. The way his eyes change, the way his muscles struggle to relax.His lips part gently, canines growing as he slowly leans close.I shoot my hands to his chest, stopping him from coming closer. He snaps back to his senses, whispering a ‘Sorry.’Why does he still want to mark me? Is it because his chosen mate is gone and the full moon is today? Perhaps.The day goes by, peaceful and quiet. I find myself talking more than usual, asking him about the orphanage and the rogues he protected and saved. Honestly, I'm still shocked he is actually the opposite of what the rumors say about him.I turn ghostly pale after he admits he is over two centuries old. Only Lycans can live this long, and they are not a breed one can easily see. Some even say they have gone into extinction.“So those tattoos?” I point at his chest.“They are not tattoos,” he corrects. “They are curse marks from the moon goddess. An e

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DROGOAfter giving Isolde and her mother some space to make up for the time they had missed, I try to gather information on what is going on.Apparently, I have caused chaos, and even though I enjoy chaos, this is a bigger kind of it. All my plans of disappearing silently went down the drain.On my order, the territory’s security is tightened. Not that anyone could break in, but I need to keep my people safe.Some of my allies are dropping out, unwilling to become targets of the Alpha King. I cannot blame them. King Austin is ruthless behind the shadows, but I know several ways to get to him. I just need him to strike first.“Rihannon has been alive through sheer resilience and luck,” Bran says calmly as he reads through Isolde’s mother’s medical report. “She has suffered prolonged physical abuse. Most of the injuries are old, but some are recent. Multiple healed fractures, including the ribs and left wrist.”My fingers curl slowly.“There is internal damage,” he adds. “Her lungs are

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ISOLDE For a moment, I forget how to breathe.The words hang between us, heavy and unreal, as if the world itself has stopped breathing too.Mate.Mark you.Live.My heart pounds so hard it hurts, each beat echoing in my ears like a heavy bell.“You…” My voice comes out thin. “You’re serious?”Drogo does not look away. There is no hesitation in his eyes, only something raw.“I would not say it if I weren’t,” he answers quietly.My throat tightens, mouth opens and closes, without a word, as if I’ve forgotten how to use it. Slowly, I let go of his shirt, staring, waiting for him to laugh and brush it off as a joke.He doesn’t.“How long have you known?” My voice cracks.Drogo’s gaze doesn’t falter. “The night you killed Camilla.” My eyes widen. “My wolf felt the thread and recognized it. Yours was still struggling to survive, so it couldn’t tell you.”It hits me then. That explains the strange pull I’ve felt around him since that night. The need to be close, to breathe in his scent, th

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ISOLDEThe wave crashes, but this time it's different, because even if they hurt, I'm too distracted by indulgence to be aware. My hands clenches the sheet tight, back arch and legs parted as moan tore from my throat.Whatever Drogo is doing, I don't want it to stop.I take a glance at him. He is watching me with those dark eyes, nose, and mouth in invisibility as they are buried in between my legs. I try not to think of how sexy and sinful this look is, but I like the sensuality of it.He hums, the vibration hitting straight to my spine, eyes half closed in the sweetness of my taste. Do I taste good? I want to know.My curiosity quips as his arms grip my thighs closer at the same time as he shoves his warm tongue in. I groan in escatsy as my senses curl with the intense pleasure. His tongue lapses, teases, curls, and goes in and out. Before I know it, I'm panting with pleasure, hands reaching for his soft dark silk hair and shoving him close.I shudder at the sensation.“Oh, Drogo…

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DROGOI pull out, slow and careful, from Isolde's warm mouth. I want to do it again, harder this time, but since it's her first, I'll leave it here… Besides, there is another place I desperately want to slide my length in.My dark eyes never leave her as a thread of saliva connects her messy mouth to my cock snap.Then she did something unbelievable.A drop of my release had escaped her mouth, sliding down her jaw, but she caught it in time with her tongue before pulling her lower lip in. I watch her swallow. Fuck.I have to admit. That is the sexiest way I've ever seen a female taste me.Heat paints her cheek to her neck as she realizes what she'd done. "Sweet?” I ask, my voice wrecked.She avoids my gaze. "It... tastes good."Awwn, come on, I don't feel satisfied with that response.She seems to read my silence. "I don't... know how to explain it, but it's amazing..." She looks up to me wantingly. "Addictive."She isn't lying. Her heart is pounding fast.Suddenly she winces and sh

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ISOLDEThe sun cast its hues in the room, giving a clearer view of last night’s result. If anyone told me I’d be alive today bearing the mark of a male who’d once despised me, I wouldn’t believe it.Yet, I’m standing in front of the mirror, fingers tracing the ancient mate mark that pulses against my touch. It looks almost alive and unreal. My gaze drops at the redness of Drogo’s touch gracing many parts of my body. The burn was in a kind of way that made me feel alive.I almost flinch at the bathroom door suddenly opening; Drogo steps in, and his eyes widen.“Hey,” he moves fast and carries me into his arms. “I told you to stay in the tub.” “Sorry,” I whisper, voice hoarse from screaming last night. My knees are still weak, and my body is sore, especially that part he pounded last night. After our bond tied completely, I lost control and wanted more of him. Drogo delivers in his half-shift form, and all that follows is another heavy round of our bodies burning against the sheet.S

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DROGOShit.I don’t expect to suddenly have to leave the cottage so soon, but for Isolde’s safety, the territory is safer at the moment. Isolde is deep asleep in my arms; her heat is enough to keep my rage in check.We reach the territory in no time; I slither my way into the pack, Isolde still in my arms and wrapped in a thick blanket to keep her away from the cold.Eyes flicks in my direction, but none came close to peek. After dropping her off and making sure she is comfortable in my suite, where she will now be staying, I and Bran head to the office to discuss."You're telling me she is what you've been searching for this whole time? The Lunaretha? Her wolf?!""I'm stunned as well, too stunned to even think properly. I had thought it was some relics, a potion, or anything but a wolf? That was the least I expected. What I've spent years searching for was right under my nose this whole time.""That explains why her wolf was strong enough to end Camilla." Bran walks to stand beside

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Aldric paces the room, heart in throat, muscles tense. The door clicks open, and he turns sharply to face the guard.“Please give me good news." His voice trembles with desperation.“There is no sign of them, your highness. Just the bloody cottage, which seems to be evident Miss Isolde is dead."King Austin seethes. “That is not what I asked. You think the bloody cottage is enough as proof that that she-devil is dead?! Drogo has been my enemy almost all my life, and I can assure you that was simply a way to fool me. I want her body. Search the woods, search every fucking corner.”The guard’s head remains low. “There is no sign of her, my king. I promise."Austin glances at Alpha Aldric, who pauses his glass of wine halfway. King Austin grabs the drink and smashes it against the nearby wall. The guard flinches.“You will not return until you bring me her head," the king warns in a deep, dangerous voice. “If you don't, I will have your head instead; is that clear?”The soldier nods. “

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Meanwhile, Drogo's topic is wild in Hall.It's been two months the news had been spreading.Austin smirks with a drink, listening as great males that were on Drogo's side talk on how ruthless he is to have treated Isolde like that. They even promise to join hands to bring him down.Then a shocking thing happens.At the entrance, a sudden commotion echoes, striking the space into silence. Every eye turns to the figure who steps in. His dark polished shoes click softly against the marble floor, and his suit is well ironed. His dark hair is gelled back, shooting his handsome, cold face out.Females bite their lip, even as moments ago they had been discussing ill about him. He is just too hot to ignore.Drogo Elston. But they finally come to their senses, shifting away in fear as the rogue Alpha walks. He walks along with just his Beta, who is equally charming. Bran. No bodyguards. No protection.Everyone sees it as gut. Does he know how hate about him is spreading across the country

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ISOLDE With a knot in my stomach, I sit still, letting the makeup artist dress me up. Time had flown, and it'd been three months since we returned to the territory.Drogo didn't let me out much, until today. We are attending a ball at the heart of the city. The thought of going out there makes my heart race, but Drogo makes sure I want it before making preparations.I'm stronger than before; my skin looks brighter, no longer pale like a dying woman. I never thought my hair could be this shiny. Its color is radiant and flawless, matching perfectly with my features.On the recent medical test, my heart function had returned stronger; even Raina couldn't believe her eyes when she tested me. Raina had cried until there were no tears left after we met months ago, though we barely see each other as she handles most of the medical functions of the territory.As for Mother, she is recovering well and is now out of the country and receiving therapy sessions abroad. We call every day, and it

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