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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY NINE
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2026-08-09 13:54:01
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I Let His Daddy Ruin Me CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY NINE
Eira POV: Kill kill kill That’s all I could hear. As I stared at the frightened person In front of me. He had mentioned the name I so very much detested. I plunge my claw straight into his heart. He grunted struggling beneath me. I watched as the life left his eyes. And just when I was about to finish off his life completely. He moaned the name in pain. “Eira.” Only this time it struck a nerve. And suddenly the face hit memory lane. Darius. I removed my hands quickly from his chest. Rushing to the farthest corner of the room. My hands were stained with his blood. I almost killed him. I almost. I couldn’t breathe. It was hard. Everything was too hard. He wheezed and wheezed, before finally catching his breath. He stood to come near me. “Don’t!” I shouted. And he did stop. “Don’t Don’t come near me. As a matter of fact, leave.” “I can’t.” The heck. “I just tried to kill you.” “But you didn’t.” “That doesn’t mean I couldn’t do it again. Just leave please.” I couldn’t hel
I Let His Daddy Ruin Me CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY EIGHT
Darius POV: Counting sheep in my head to get me to sleep was all I ever did in the dungeon. I yearned for sleep cause it was where I could see her. It calmed my raging heart from being worried about her well-being. The guards situated in front of my cage refused to say anything. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse. I overheard the familiar sound of elder Sven approaching. He whispered words to the guards, who left afterward. Leaving me tied up with the bastard. “You look better than I expected.” “Don’t you have other things to do?” “ Apparently Not.” His smile was sad. It made me curious. He sat down on the open floor next to me. “I just realized we are actually in the same boat.” I arched a brow. “Your brother’s boat.” Did he fight with Draven or something? He continued without me asking. “Draven had my only child banished from the pack, over something she didn’t do. Just like he did to you.” And just like that it all clicked. I couldn’t help the bitter chuckl
I Let His Daddy Ruin Me CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY SEVEN
Draven POV: The steady rise and fall of her chest was like a symphony to my ears. I sat next to her, holding her hands tightly. It was a reminder to my paranoid self that she was okay. Images of her losing her control ran deep in my mind. The dark magic in her was getting out of hand. The solution the witch provided was to end her. Except this was Eira. She was my world. Getting rid of her wasn’t possible. I had nearly lost her because I couldn’t hold on to her. I wasn’t about to make the same mistake. Even if it meant risking it all. I kissed her hands, removing a falling hair strands off her face. My peace. My light. The few days when I thought she betrayed me. Proved just how terrible I was without her. There was a slight knock on the door. I granted permission. And the pack witch Eleanor entered. She hadn’t sustained any injury compared to me. Although mine was almost healed up. “You sent for me?” “Yes. You have to examine her again.” The witch looked at Eira, and he
I Let His Daddy Ruin Me CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY SIX
Eira POV: The carriage ride wasn’t bumpy this time. It was smooth. So smooth that I wondered if the riders were just purposely being extra careful or if the road had magically turned good. I was mad. I hated the entire situation. I wished I could somehow free myself from this. Who the hell did he think he was to do this? First, he rejected me and doubted me. and now he’s turned into some sort of hero. And I’m supposed to swoon at it? No damn way. If he was saving me then He must have figured out the truth. Still it didn’t calm my anger. Whats the point of trust if he always needed proofs and fact to believe Me. What’s the guarantee that someone wouldn’t make him doubt me again and then he’ll go full feral mode on me? The carriage ride stopped. And the door was opened. Draven was already standing in front of it. He stretched his hands. Which I ignored. I got out of the carriage. His eyes flashed with hurt. But he was quick to mask it. I was now in the vicinity of Blackthorn
I Let His Daddy Ruin Me CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY FIVE
Eira POV:I never liked weddings. They often have a dark broody vibe. And oftentimes the bride never had a smile on her face.Funny how I’m that bride. The wedding was held in the sacred forest. Where a ritual altar stood in the middle. The elders of the pack all wore similar white ceremonial robes.The high-ranking guest wore a red strip that symbolized their authority.They all had the same look. The look of pity. As though I was being slaughtered on the very altar.Then again it was oddly similar. The pack witch hosted the wedding, she had made me hold hands with fern over the ritual altar. Which had blood in it.Fern had a malicious gleam in his eyes. I wanted to slap it off. To force my hands away.The witch presented a small blade. To fern.“You shall cut her. And here you.”The smile on his face said he planned to enjoy this, he held my right hands and gave me a cut, it didn’t heal cause the blade used was a marking blade.I winced at the sting. After which I sliced his hands.
I Let His Daddy Ruin Me CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY FOUR
Darius POV:Being cooped up in the dark. Losing your consciousness now and then. It messed with one’s mind.So much that it becomes hard to tell what is real. And what isn’t? Like the images of Eira bleeding out, or the images of her calling out to me for help. And each time. I struggled to move my batter body. Only to realize that I was unable to do anything.And it just sent me in this dark feel over and over. My throat parched. My wound is fresh. My breath slower. I was dying.I wasn’t scared of death. Never had been. But right now I fought with all my strength to stay alive. For Eira.But my body could only go so far. The spear that had been used to pierce my body was pure silver, and some of the poison had gotten to my system and found its way all around it.Draven the bastard. I couldn’t even fist my hands to let out some anger. I couldn’t do anything with this rage I felt.All I did was imagine his head being cut off. And that too by Eira. Just to damage his soul for what he d
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