LOGINLaura’s POV "He would have done worse," I echoed, my voice barely a whisper, threadbare and shaking.My eyes remained glued to the shaft of the flaming arrow embedded in the rug, the leather pouch tied to it dripping dark, fresh blood onto the scorched fibers. The smell of burning wool and metallic copper filled the air, thick and suffocating.Ryder didn't answer right away. He stood over the fire like a dark statue, his broadsword hanging heavy in his right hand. Slowly, with terrifying deliberation, he knelt down and used the tip of his dagger to slice the leather cord binding the pouch to the arrow. He didn't flinch as the blood stained his calloused fingers."Ryan doesn't make empty threats," Ryder said flatly, his storming gray eyes fixing on the crumpled, blood-written parchment inside the pouch."What does it say?" I stammered, taking a tiny, hesitant step back until my spine hit the cold stone of the bedpost. My knees felt like water. "Ryder... what is that?"He stood up, tow
Laura’s POV "False hope?" I repeated softly, watching his large, calloused fingers finish securing the fresh linen around my wrist. His touch was so careful it felt like a lie compared to the harsh words coming out of his mouth. "Is that what you call this, Ryder? Protection without feeling?"Ryder didn't answer right away. He kept his head bowed, slowly pulling the fabric tight and tying a neat, firm knot over my pulse point. His broad shoulders were rigid, his dark jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle ticking beneath his skin."It's not about feeling, Laura," he rasped, finally lifting his head. His storming gray eyes were completely devoid of warmth…cold, distant, and hard as steel. "It's about keeping you breathing. You want to call me ruthless? Fine. Call me a monster if it helps you sleep. But you stay alive under my roof.""You're a hypocrite," I whispered, resting my head against the carved wooden headboard as he packed away the linen roll into the small wooden box wit
Laura’s POV "Let go of me, Ryder!" I demanded, placing both palms flat against his broad chest and shoving with every ounce of strength I had left.He didn't budge an inch. His massive arm remained wrapped around my waist like an iron band, keeping my hips flushed against his body while his dark gray eyes locked onto mine."You can push all you want, Laura," he rasped, his low voice vibrating right through my hands. "You aren't leaving my sight. Not tonight, not tomorrow, and certainly not while Ryan has scouts lurking near my borders.""I am not a prisoner to be locked away in your bed!" I spat back, wiggling against his grip in frustration. "Give me my own space, or so help me, I will make every second in that room a living hell for you."Ryder let out a low, dangerous growl, his jaw clenching hard. For a split second, I thought he was going to snap and order the guards to drag me inside. His dark Alpha aura flared, thick and suffocating in the narrow hallway, reminding me instantl
Laura’s POV "The council does not dictate who I protect," Ryder rasped, his voice dropping into a deadly frequency that vibrated straight through the stone floorboards.Before anyone could move, his hand shot to his belt, drawing his heavy silver blade and slamming it deep into the center of the council map…splintering the oak table clean down the middle."Laura stays under my roof," he growled, leaning over the cracked wood, his dark Alpha aura flaring so violently that even the torches along the walls seemed to flicker and dim. "Anyone who has an issue with that can step out into the courtyard with me right now and try to take my head. Otherwise, shut your damn mouths."Beta Vance remained silent, choking back his words as he adjusted his crumpled leather collar. The rest of the elders stood completely frozen, paralyzed by the sheer threat radiating from their Alpha. Not a single man dared to reach for his sword.Up in the dark gallery, I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my back fla
Laura’s POV "Oh please, just stop already. I am definitely going to leave this room, and why would you even think that?" I said, slowly taking off Ryder's clothes I had worn earlier while I walked into the bath.She stood right behind me, scrubbing my shoulders slowly and helping me wash my hair while I waited for a response from her."Mira, I am still waiting.""I don't know, it's just there. It's obvious. And besides, I really wanted to also know what exactly he's talking about with the council members so I could even tell you about it. But he's being really secretive about this. He doesn't want any maids around, and it seems like he's trying to maybe bring down the council members, and he doesn't want any servant to see that happen," she said.I stood up immediately, not caring that I was naked. "Oh please, I have to be fast. Even if none of you guys can get near there, I have to….I have to know what he's planning. I can't be kept in the dark anymore."I was expecting her to rejec
Laura’s POV With that, he walked right past me, keeping me in a puzzled state.I stood glued to the cold stone floor, his words echoing over and over in my head like a relentless drumbeat. Ryder never actually does anything for any lady unless he's in love with her. My chest heaved as I stared down the empty hallway where Vance had vanished. It sounded ridiculous, completely insane given how brutal and unyielding Ryder was….and yet, every time he touched me, every time he bled for me, it defied everything I knew about him.I slowly backed into his chambers and shut the heavy oak door behind me. Before I could even cross the room toward the fireplace, the side door connecting to his washroom swung open.Ryder stood in the doorway, his broad, bare chest slick with water, a white towel low on his hips, and his wet dark hair sticking to his forehead. His gray eyes pinned me to the spot with lethal intensity."You're still standing," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble that made my







