LOGINThe three minutes dragged like a blade drawn slowly across open flesh.
Inside the stifling heat of the forge, the air was suffocating. Smoke from the dying hearth curled toward the vaulted stone ceiling, but the real fire was waiting just beyond the iron-bound timber.
Alam stood near the center of the room, his massive body coiled like a spring, both hands white-knuckled around the haft of his broadaxe.
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.
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
Rosalie stood frozen against the cold wall, unable to believe her ears. The raw cruelty in his voice cut through her like a serrated blade. What was he even saying? How could he demand such humiliation?Yet, as she stared into the pitch-black void of his eyes, a sickening reality settled into her stomach. She knew Dominic. She knew the ruthless monster beneath the king’s crown better than anyone. He was a man driven by dark, absolute will. No matter how much she begged, no matter how hard she refused, no matter how many tears spilled down her face, Dominic would do exactly as he pleased.Tears blurred her vision as she clutched her stomach tightly, her fingers digging into the linen of her dress."Dominic, please..." Rosalie gasped, her voice trembling violently. "They are innocent. Please... do not hurt innocent people because of me. Leave them out of
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Rosalie alone in the suffocating silence of the captain’s quarters.Hours bled into one another as the ship rocked violently against the cold waves. Dominic was nowhere to be seen. Left with only the dark mahogany walls and her own tearing thoughts, Rosalie finally broke down in tears. They fell hot and bitter down her pale cheeks, soaking into the linen of her dress.Her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces under the weight of his cruel accusations. A whore. He looked at her, at her swollen body, at her pale face, at the months of agony written into her eyes, and saw a woman who had thrown herself into another man’s bed. She had stayed pure all along. She had hidden in damp cellars, starved, and risked her very life every single day just to keep
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
Rosalie stood in the center of her cramped attic. Her eyes were fixed on the broken mirror in front of her. She has freshly showered, and her skin glows.Stepping out of her ragged clothing, she stared at the beautiful dress she had stitched out of torn dresses of Carolina.Rosalie put on the dress
Tears streamed down Rosalie's cheeks as she tried to free her arm from her mom's grip, but it was of no use.She dragged her to the tree near the woods. Rosalie panicked and shook her head violently, but Penelope didn't listen.She forced her against the tree and tied her hands with the ropes behin
Life was not that bad.That was what she always told herself. Even in the worst circumstances, she always told herself that life would get better for her one day. She didn't even wish for a good life; she just hoped it would get better one day, and that was all.But certain things weren't written i







