Masuk"You have two choices, dove. Either I fuck you against the wall or on the bed." I stiffened, glaring at him and hoping he could see the hatred in my eyes. He moved closer, and ran his thumb along my lips. "Me? I don't mind any position." My teeth gritted as I stared at his face. It was a shame that someone so beautiful could have a mouth that foul. I leaned over and whispered. "Over my dead body, your majesty." ****** When Irene Slater is chosen to serve the Lycan King, she expects nothing but humiliation. He knows she is his mate, yet instead of claiming her, he strips her of dignity and forces her into a role meant to break her. It only deepens the resentment she already carries for him… and for the system that has always treated omegas as less. He wants nothing to do with her. She wants nothing to do with him. But fate has other plans and as tension turns into something neither of them can control, Irene is forced to face a dangerous truth: The king she was taught to hate may be the one she cannot escape.
Lihat lebih banyakIrene’s POV I couldn't run or fight, the only thing I could do was lie there and wait for the pain.This is what I am. This is what I've always been. No matter how many people I beat, how much I pretend to be strong, this is what happens when…A foot flew through the air, connecting with Icarus's side with a sickening crack.He flew backward, smashing into a garbage can with enough force that the impact echoed down the street. He lay there, gasping and groaning, and for a moment there was absolute silence.Then Lottie stepped over me, her expression cold as ice."You want to try again?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet.Icarus made the mistake of trying to stand but Lottie kicked him again, this time with a high roundhouse that snapped his head back. Then another and another. She hit him over and over and I could only watch, frozen in awe and partial horror. It was over in less than a minute. Icarus lay unconscious in the garbage, blood dripping from his nose and his entire
Irene's POV“You bitch!”I could almost hear his voice from all those years ago. I could nearly feel the sting of his fist against my face. My throat clenched and for a second, all I could do was stare at the man who had sold me like livestock. Icarus Slater was never an older brother to me. Ironically, when we were little, he was a doting and devoted sibling. But after our parents death, his decline started and I was at the recieving end of it. For years, I condoned his brutal abuse, learning how to heal myself and even when I managed to gather enough to run away, he would always find out. Then he would take the money and beat me to near death. I never expected his greed to win out in the end when he sold me to the palace. LAnd now he was moving towards me. He crossed the street with the uncoordinated gait of someone who had already been drinking, despite it being barely afternoon. When he reached me, he laughed and if was a harsh, grating sound. I recoiled at the yellowed te
Irene's POVThe rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and assignments. Dance practice was invigorating but something about moving my body to music helped quiet the noise in my head, at least temporarily.I signed up for piano lessons, figuring that learning an instrument would deepen my understanding of music theory.By the time the final bell rang, my feet ached and my mind was exhausted, but my spirits had lifted slightly. I was here and I was doing this. Master Elias's cruelty couldn't take that away from me.I was heading toward the exit when three figures blocked my path.It was the girls I fought. Their faces were still bruised, though not as badly as Lottie had implied. The one with the broken nose walked with her arm in a sling, and her friends flanked her like bodyguards."Omega bitch," the leader hissed, shoving past me hard enough that I stumbled.My shoulder hit the wall, pain shooting through it. But I quickly caught myself, rubbing at the sore spot as they disa
Irene's POVHe leaned against his desk, looking at me with something close to disdain. "Let's not pretend this is about talent or dedication, Miss Irene. We both know why you're really here."My heart was skipping terribly. "I... I don't understand.""You're the King's breeder." He said it like an insult. "A pretty bauble he's decided to indulge by sending to my Academy.”He pointed an accusing finger in my direction. “You have no real passion for music, no discipline and no understanding of what it takes to truly master this art."The words hit like physical blows. "That's not true. I love music. I've always-""And that fight?" He stepped closer, looming over me. "That display of violence? It confirms everything I suspected about you. You're low-class, untrained and unsuitable for an institution like this."Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Master Elias.”"You're a figurehead," he continued mercilessly. "A charity case the King forced upon us. You'll never






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