After Marrying the Officer - Chapter 14 - Believe or Not Believe

Ariadna Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigent. And so my life begins with this ridiculously long name, born to royalty and the center of attention — all because of one dangerous man; the veritably insane tyrant king, ruthless conqueror of ten empires, nightmare of all continents… and my father?! Will I be able to survive this maniac?

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An Omega painted the villain. What would her revenge taste like?For a month, Eve has been seeking for a divorce from her mate who she’d been marrried to—the man she found out she was pregant for. They were after her life and regardless of the fact she was his mate, she couldn’t live. She knew too much about them.Her life was going to come to an end when her very ex-husband, her mate, tricked her into a job—a work that was finally going to cost her life. But all that changes when she sought protection fom a man, a lone alpha—strongest, wealthiest, that even the leader of the pack was below him.But if there was anything else this man was, it was…Frightening in a way she never imagined.Oh, but Malakai Basti was still just a man after all. He had secrets. And his secrets was something Eve never saw coming.Perharps…he wasn’t exactly the protection she needed. Because if anyone found out what he had hidden, Malakai Basti wouldn’t die alone.She had been implicated and bounded to him.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.