Luna of the Cursed Alpha King (Helga and Siegren)

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"IT'S COLD. go back inside." The serene surroundings of the balcony were suddenly shattered by Siegren's voice, jolting Helga out of her peaceful reverie. She turned to face her mate, who had just emerged from the bathroom with his hair still wet and neatly slicked back. He stood before her in a plush bathrobe, exuding an air of casual elegance. "Anyway, do you drink strong liquors?" "I'm not fond of it," she replied, walking towards him and grabbing the towel that was draped around his neck. She used it to dry his hair, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise. "Why did you come out with your hair still wet? You'll catch a cold."

"I don't get sick." He nonchalantly shrugged, gazing down at her as she struggled to reach his head. A soft laugh escaped from his mouth as he leaned down to make it easier for her. Helga was taken aback but continued to gently towel dry his lengthy hair. "Why are you asking me that anyway? Do you want for us to share some drinks?" sin red, and he nodded, causing her to smile. After dinner and a relaxing bath, the thought of sharing a drink seemed appear in both of them.

"Then let's go inside," she suggested, her eyes following him as he stood up tall. He nodded in agreement and used his mind link to order the head servant to bring wine, and whiskey, as well as two glasses. Helga shivered slightly in the cool night air and wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she followed Siegren inside. She couldn't help but admire the strong, broad frame of his shoulders and the defined muscles of his toned body as he walked.

Throughout the day, she had gathered a wealth of knowledge about him. She learned of his traumatic past, where he endured abuse as a child and has since been poisoned and kidnapped multiple times due to his father's enemies. Being the heir 10 a powerful legacy came with its own dangers-as a result, he honed his self-defense skills and became proficient in various fighting techniques. Siegren even told Helga that his expertise was honed by a mysterious mentor he encountered while escaping from his father's adversaries. When Helga was listening to his story earlier, she couldn't help but relate to it because they had been through similar experiences. As they continued to open up and share with each other, their relationship became more relaxed, and they started to feel like a true couple rather than just one who married each other for the sake of their own benefit. It was a welcomed change from the tension that had existed between them before and after their wedding. But more than that, the thought of sharing the same bed for three days during their vacation together left her heart racing and her palms sweating. Despite understanding that it was a natural way to build closer relationships, she couldn't shake off the nervousness that consumed her. "Have you never been attracted to someone before? Hasn't anyone caught your eye?" Helga asked as they sat on the sofa before sipping her red wine, finding it both sweet and tangy. It was unlike any wine she had tasted before, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless. NO, I was too busy studying to be the perfect king." Siegren nonchalantly shrugged, taking a sip of his whiskey as his eyes remained fixed on Helga. The sofi candlelight cast a warm glow over her figure, clad in a white nightgown that was both delicate and alluring. Compared t I to her usual modest attire, this rightgown left little to the imagination; its sleeves were nonexistent, and the neckline dipped down into a lace-trimmed plunge, revealing the elegant curve of her collarbones and cleavage. The sight made Siegren's hear*nt tingle through his body. "What about you? You told me that young Madden **rd was your first boyfriend; do you still have feelings for him?" he asked, never breaking his gaze as he took a sip from his glass, his voice filled with disdain, which made Helga pause in mid sip as her lips quivered a little, but she composed herself quickly before shaking her head.

"No, I'm completely over him." she admitted with brutal honesty. "He's done too many hurtful things to me since his fated mate came into the picture. There's no way I can maintain my love for someone like that." "Besides, our lack of mate bond makes it easy for me to move on Helga lifted her gaze to meet Siegren's, feeling a slight shudder run through her body. Ever since they marked each other, there had been a subtle change in the way he looked at her-gentler, softer, but with an underlying desire that made her pulse quicken, just like now. The way his eyes were watching her every movement and the way his lips parted slightly whenever she moved caused goosebumps to form on her Chapter 37

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skin, and she wasn't sure if it was caused by the wine or the fact that it felt like she was under his hypnotizing gaze.

"I can feel your desire right now," A jolt of surprise shot through her as Siegren's voice pierced the silence, pulling her from her wandering thoughts. A small gasp escaped her lips before she quickly stilled it, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over her for being caught in such a vulnerable state. She had forgotten that their heightened abilities allowed them to sense each other's strongest emotions and thoughts unless they were expertly concealed. Siegren's lips curved into a mischievous grin as he set his glass down on the wooden table and leaned back against the sofa. He patted his lap, his eyes gleaming with seduction"

"Is that right?" he chuckled, beckoning her over, causing Helga to swallow hard, typically she would have questioned why, but without hesitation, she found herself heading towards him. She didn't even notice her shawl slipping off her shoulder as she did so "Here" Siegren said, patting his lap again. "Am

Am I even allowed to do that with a royalty-

"Why not? I'm your mate. Sit down," he commanded, a playful glint in his eyes which immediately sent chills down Helga's. spine. She gulped hard before placing her hand on Siegren's broad shoulders before settling onto his lap. The feeling of their bodies touching instantly energized them both, and sparks flew as Siegren pulled her closer with his arms around her waist

"I have a question," he said softly, his breath fanning across her neck.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"You can ask me anything." Helga nodded, looking at him with anticipation burning in her eyes. Siegren smiled and placed a kiss on her arm before continuing

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you ever feel a longing to meet your birth parents? I will help you look for them." he offered kindly, his warm voice causing Helga's eyes to widen in surprise. She was taken aback by the sincerity in his words but managed to mask the nervousness that plagued her mind. Truth be told, there was one more pressing reason why she couldn't divulge her bloodline, not even to her mate. She feared that revealing her heritage would only lead to their relationship's downfall and put her in grave danger. After all, the type of blood that Siegren despised flowed through Helga's veins, making her a target for his hatred.

Her true identity, hidden for so long, would surely ignite the hatred of the Alpha King. Bonded or not, he may even seek to end her life upon discovering that her mother was a grand witch that Narva had deemed nothing more than a mythical legend. The knowledge that she carried the blood of a witch in her veins was enough to send her life spiraling into danger and chaos, especially since witches are a threat to Verdentia's royal family "No, it doesn't matter anymore..." she answered, trying her best to mask her thoughts and emotions that threatened to overwhelm her mind. "I have you and the royal pack now. You're my new family and my home... And that's all that matters

to me,

A small, genuine smile lit up her face as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck in a warm hug. Siegren was taken aback by this unexpected display of affection, but also grateful that she saw him and his pack as family. Yet, deep down, he couldn't shake off the thought that it would be even better if she could be reunited with her long-lost parents.

"I'm content with what I have now," Helga added after hearing Siegren's thoughts, she then closed her eyes and released herself from the embrace before turning to face him with a smile on her lips. No matter what happened, she couldn't reveal that she possessed the blood of the grand witch through her veins. She was determined to keep her secret safe, even if it meant taking it to the grave.

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