Romans de Goldenpen

Chapter 23That night the Alpha king sent for me again, , there was a quite pull in my chest, the kind that makes your breath slower and your thoughts sharper. Black Ridge always felt alive after dark, but tonight the corridors seemed to narrow, as if guiding me toward him whether I wanted it or not. I walked without hurry. I had learned that rushing made you look owned. Calm made me look chosen. His chambers smelled of fire and iron. The hearth burned low, throwing soft light across stone walls and old scars carved into them. Maps lay open on the table, edges weighed down with steel. Bloodmoon’s lands were marked in red. he stood with his back to me, broad and still, like nothing in this world could move him unless he allow it. come closer , he said. i did, my legs betrayed me. He spoke about war as if it were weather, avoidable. Necessary, he mentioned Alpha Damon without fear ,no anger, Just certainty. I listened, my hands loose at my sides, my face calm even as memo

Chapter 22when his hand finally rested on my waist, it was slow, deliberate and Claiming. I forced myself not to flinch. I had learned long ago that resistance only amused men like him.“You will stay tonight,” he said quietly.It was not a question.I nodded.As he turned away, leading me deeper into the room, one thought burned through my fear, sharp and clear:He had taken everything from me once.And now, unknowingly, he had taken me too.But war taught me one thing the pleasure house never could—Even kings bleed.***"The first deaths did not happen loudly.They never did.Black Ridge moved the way shadows did—without announcement, without urgency. Wolves slipped past familiar paths and took routes even the mountain rarely remembered. Snow crunched softly beneath boots and paws, swallowed by wind before it could betray them.The border lay ahead.Sacred ground.Bloodmoon had crossed it days ago, confident enough to mark trees, bold enough to leave signs of ownership. The marks

chapter 21I learnt early that silence keeps you alive . in the pleasure house , silence was currency.we learned when to moan, when to speak , when to gesture and act. all men did not come to us for Truth. they came to forget it . I was good at helping them forget. By the time the Alpha king sent for me, I had already survived more nights than I could count. I had learned how to separate my body from my thoughts, how to let men touch my skin without ever touching me. It was the only way to survive a place like this. Still, when his name reached the halls, the pleasure house went quiet. The king Alpha of the black bridge did not visit often. When he did, it was never announced with celebration. No laughter followed his arrival. No bargaining. No choice. You did not choose the king. The king chose you. The matron’s fingers tightened painfully around my arm when she came for me. “You,” she said, already pulling me forward. “Prepare yourself.” Her voice held no warmth. N

Chapter 20 The next morning I woke up with a strange heaviness in my chest, I had hardly slept, I with a disturbing and strange nightmares. I had only been up for a few minutes when a knock came through my door. Not the gently kind, the kind that carried expectations. " Princess Bridget." My maid said as she entered , her voice careful." His grace wishes you to prepare, another suitor has arrived " Another ?". Those men only care about themselves and status, to them I'm just a tool for power . "No one really cared what I wanted , or what I wish to achieve.'' I stood up from my bed , already i knew what this was all about," power". I closed the book on my lap without marking the page. I already knew I would not return to it tonight. “I thought the matter was settled for today,” I said quietly. "So did I," she replied, avoiding my eyes. “But the council insists.” Of course they did. I had barely recovered from the last meeting, from the sharpness of Aaron's words, from the w

Chapter 19A long training", Arone voice said from behind him.Roshan turned towards Aaron direction, Aaron leaned against the door with his usual grin on his face . His sharp eyes studied Roshan like it always did.Long but necessary , Roshan replied evenly.Aaron pushed himself off the wall, and fell into the step beside him, " necessary things are well pleasant.'Aaron studied Roshan for a moment, there was a bit of uneasiness in his gaze. " I do , but something troubles you.""You imagine things?"" Do I", you were distracted at the training field, I could see your gaze lingered on one woman....hmm what do they call her again...." Iris "You were totally distracted.Roshan turned away and resumed walking. “You’re reading too much into it.”Aaron followed, a slow smile returning. "Am I? Or have I simply been watching you lately?”Roshan shot him a sharp look. "Careful."Aaron laughed quietly. "That’s the second warning you’ve given me this week. Interesting."You looked tensed wh

My breath left my lungs all at once.He was shirtless, wearing only his trousers, the fabric hanging low on his hips, as if he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Light poured in through the high windows, tracing the lines of his body in a way that felt almost deliberate as though fate itself wanted me to see.I froze.I couldn't look away.His torso was carved with quiet strength, broad shoulders, a chest that rise and fell steadily.Every muscle defined without arrogance, I could see scars old and new scars, that wispered battles fought and survived, each one told a story I wasn't meant to know, but I wanted to. he was defined, built with decipline.My gaze betrayed me , drifting lower following the shallow ridges of muscle down his abdomen.Where strength met restraint, his skin held a warm tone, kissed by long day and long nights.His arms , strong and veined looked capable of both protection and destruction. The kind of arm that could steady you, or undo you entirely.I w