Novel Talak Novels & Stories

I arrived shortly after, I had to make sure the mansion was safe and secured. The great Alune started the rites. She gave the scroll to Tala. "Read it" she commanded. "Don’t raise your voice at her, if you want her to act right," I cautioned her. Tala innocently opened it. "I cannot... read it, father," she responded sadly. I could see the disappointment in everyone’s face, but I was so happy. "Can she go now?" I asked the Great Alune. "Don't worry; your father is still proud of you," I reassured her. "Go stay with Brenda."

However, what was planned and dreamed of was not as beautiful as expected. Haziya prefers to separate from Shabir than to be polygamous, to be a wife who is neglected after Shabir marries another woman who already has a child. Haziya will soon take care of their divorce papers, she will ask her husband's Faskh. Waiting for the man to say talak was futile, because several times Shabir said he would not divorce him. Meanwhile, now Shabir has recited the sacred promise again with another woman's name.

But Ayaan jerked away his hand. "No Talal, not today. Why is he punishing that innocent girl? He kidnapped her and then he made her force to marry him....why you destroyed that innocent life when it's clear that a mad and senseless man like you doesn't value a woman nor there is a place for them in your life...what about her mother and father? Didn't you think about it?.....what they have been going through?.... you really are a psycho...why will you think about someone else...."

"You know, Talia, I actually really envy you. Although Callum refuses to sleep with you, you come from a good family and are worthy enough to marry him. With you around, I'll most likely only ever be his mistress." My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the glass of hot water in her hand. I hastily raised my hands to protect myself, but in the next second, a shrill scream rang out. Veronica cradled her bright red cheek, where she had splashed the water on herself. Pointing an accusing finger at me, she yelled, "Talia, I came to apologize to you. You can choose not to forgive me, but how could you throw scalding hot water at me?"

She let that old hope dissolve into the highland mist, completely surrendering it the moment she looked at the mortal girl standing at Lucian's side. With a grace that was entirely fluid, Tala stepped toward the table. Her icy blue eyes softened with a genuine, radiating warmth as she looked at Rebecca. There was no jealousy, no malice—only the profound recognition of the mate bond and the vital role the scholar played in protecting this kingdom. "Welcome, sister," Tala said, her voice carrying the melodic, resonant echo of a mountain stream. It was an unconditional acceptance, a sacred vow that she recognized Rebecca as the rightful queen of these lands.

Talia has nothing. “She never even got to hold me,” Talia whispered. Lyra looked at her. “It can’t have been easy for your father either. Losing his mate, then having to raise a baby while being the Alpha, that seems a lot.” Talia gave a small, sad smile. “She wasn’t actually his mate… She deceived him one night and then bam… she was pregnant.” Lyra’s jaw almost hit the floor. “Holy shit. That can’t have gone down well.”

Outside, the victorious clan continued dividing the camp. Inside the tent, Talia lay marked and full of a warrior’s seed, already understanding the shape of the choice she had made: She had picked one man instead of many. And Rook intended to use that choice until her body knew nothing else.