Se connecterThe air in the cabin turned to pure ice.
Dominic stood entirely motionless, his tall, muscular frame frozen as if struck by lightning. The words she had just spat at him hung suspended in the dim room, reverberating through his skull like a physical blow.
A maid... bouncing on my lap... fucking me on my sofa.
For a lo
The air in the cabin turned to pure ice.Dominic stood entirely motionless, his tall, muscular frame frozen as if struck by lightning. The words she had just spat at him hung suspended in the dim room, reverberating through his skull like a physical blow.A maid... bouncing on my lap... fucking me on my sofa.For a long, agonizing second, his heart stopped beating. The raw, unfiltered horror of her accusation crashed over his mind, instantly clashing with every memory, every vow, and every drop of devotion he had bled for over the last six months."You..." Dominic rasped, his voice barely recognizable, sounding like a grinding stone. "You saw... what?""You heard me," Rosalie hissed, her s
The heavy silence inside the captain’s cabin was suffocating, thick with the unsaid truths of six months of agony. Rosalie’s cold parting words hung in the chilly air, cutting through the lingering warmth of the bed like a winter frost.Dominic stood frozen near the edge of the mattress, his broad chest heaving slightly, his amber eyes wide with a mixture of profound shock and rising panic. He ran a heavy, calloused hand over his face, his mind racing to make sense of her accusation."Rosalie, wait," Dominic rumbled, his voice laced with an urgent, desperate edge. "What are you talking about? What cheating? I have never touched another woman since the moment I married you. I have never-""I do not want to talk about it right now," Rosalie snapped, cutting him off with an icy look. She clutched the dark furs around her bare shoulders, her jade eyes f
The pale gray light of early morning filtered through the frost-crusted portholes of the flagship, cutting through the heavy darkness of the cabin. The ocean had settled into a sullen, rhythmic roll, but inside the captain’s quarters, the air remained thick with the lingering scent of pine, crushed winterberry, and the overwhelming heat of the night before.Rosalie stirred beneath the heavy wolf furs, her long crimson hair spread across the dark pillows like spilled silk. As her senses slowly awakened, the haze of intense Alpha pheromones and the intoxicating fever of their mate bond began to recede, leaving behind a cold, unvarnished clarity.Every muscle in her body burned with a lingering ache, but deeper still was the sharp, excruciating sting in her chest.She turned her head slightly, her jade eyes landing on Dominic. The terrifying, vengeful Alpha King who had threatened to throw her into iron chains was gone. In his place lay a man utterly consumed. Dominic was asleep beside h
The golden thread of their mate bond throbbed with a terrifying, absolute intensity, radiating a scorching heat that saturated every corner of the dark cabin. On the carved mahogany bed, the collision of six months of starved obsession and long-suppressed Omega instincts swept away the last lingering remnants of restraint.Dominic was entirely consumed by a wild, unyielding need. The realization that the child thriving beneath his touch was his own blood had shattered his iron control, leaving only a raw, desperate drive to repossess his Queen. His mouth trailed a trail of fire down the sensitive column of Rosalie’s neck, over her trembling collarbone, and across the heavy swell of her flushed skin. Every touch of his warm, calloused hands was possessive and unsparing, branding her anew as his Alpha aura flooded the space in suffocating waves.Rosalie gasped, her fingers tangling tightly into the thick dark locks of his hair. Her rational mind still tried to cling to the memory of his
The silence inside the cabin hung heavy and suffocating, thicker than the ocean fog battering the hull.Dominic’s bare hand remained pinned to the warm curve of her stomach, frozen as if touching hot iron. The strong, distinct kick of the child against his palm echoed through the golden thread of their mate bond, an undeniable, pure Alpha pulse that mirrored his own.The void in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by the shattered, amber gaze of a man coming face-to-face with the wreckage of his own madness. The alcoholic fog dissolved instantly, leaving behind a terrifying, unvarnished clarity."It's mine..." Dominic rasped, his voice breaking into a rough, shattered whisper.Because of the scent masking potion, even the baby's scent was veiled, but his touch and kisses had broken the effect of the potion.Before Rosalie could even open her mouth to speak, before she could utter a single word of accusation, heartbreak, or fury, Dominic completely lost control.The last fragile thre
The world outside the cabin vanished into the roar of the dark sea. Dominic’s lips slammed onto hers with the built-up fury of six starving months, a savage, overwhelming claim that left no room for air, no room for thought, and no room for mercy.In that single, explosive second, the chaotic noise in Dominic’s shattered mind went completely dead silent.The agonizing questions that had tormented him for half a year- why she had fled, who had hurt her, or the agonizing image of her standing beside the blacksmith in the sun- were entirely wiped away by the intoxicating reality of her body against his. The dark, possessive beast within him didn't care about the past. It didn't care about the treason, the sea, or the war waiting in the North. It craved her. It demanded her. Every drop of his blood burned with an unholy, absolute obsession to mark her as his, to devour her until there
A wave of ice-cold dread clouded her very soul, freezing the blood in her veins. No... Her mind screamed as the realization hit her like a physical blow. Why did he want her dressed in the purest of silk
Dominic dismounted the beast in one fluid, predatory movement. His massive hand wrapped around her arm, tugging her down with him. The moment her bare, bruised soles made contact with the freezing cobblestones of the courtyard, Rosalie's knees turned into compl
The thick, copper taste of Dominic Varkov’s blood coated Rosalie’s tongue, a metallic brand that felt like a permanent iron shackle around her soul. The ancient incantations chanted by the trembling High Priest still echoed in the freezing night air, vibrating
The silence of the clearing was deafening. Thousands of eyes were pinned on Rosalie Ashford, but she only had eyes for Prince Cassian. There was so much pain in her teary eyes as she pleaded with her eyes, but he didn't offer her a single glance.The silver threads of the mate bond were still puls







