It's been a thousand years since the era of god’s have passed and all the gods are asleep in their tomb at the crypt, a young and naive girl, Ivar falls in love with her Uncle, Ragnar, she defies her parents wishes to marry him, believing he's the man holding her heart. Ignoring her mother's warning, Ivar marries Ragnar before fleeing with him to his village.
But upon reaching his village, Ivar realized there's more to Ragnar than she thought. Ragnar is not just a man—he’s a wolven, bounds by a dark curse that haunts not just him but his entire tribe. And Ivar, is the key to breaking that curse.

The touch of Ragnar's lips against mine made my stomach churn. His lips were soft and felt very warm. A strange shock ran through my body as he moved his lips against mine. He slid an arm around my waist, squeezing it as he pulled me closer. I gasped. Before I knew it, my back was against the wall with Ragnar pinning me.


He caught my lower lip and bit down. My entire body jerked, and a low moan escaped my mouth.


Ragnar pushed me hard against the wall, tilting my head as we deepened the kiss. He was neither soft nor gentle. A sweet sensation pooled between my thighs, and I wanted Ragnar to touch me there. I yearned for his touch.


My chest tightened in anticipation as I tasted mead in his mouth. A deep sound came from him, resonating from within his chest. The hand on my waist slid lower, and I felt his fingers press into my skin. A cold shiver went down my spine, and my legs weaken as his fingers moved between my thighs.


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