Masuk"Maren, please. Look at me. Look at my son. If I stay, Riven is going to hand me back to Kaelen. He said it himself in the hall today. His political interests are bigger than my life. Please, Maren. Come on. Do this for me. I’m begging you.”I crawled forward, grabbing the hem of Maren's grey nightgown."All you have to do is hand me my baby," I pleaded, my voice breaking into a pathetic, desperate whine. "Just hand him to me and turn your back. Go to sleep. Pretend I hit you over the head. Pretend you saw absolutely nothing. I will take the blame. I will take all the risk. Just please... do this for me as a mother. Do it for the girl you used to be."Maren looked down at me weeping on her floor. She looked at the tiny, sleeping infant in her arms. The silence stretched for an eternity. The only sound was the crackle of the firewood."Get up," Maren finally whispered.I scrambled to my feet, my chest heaving with desperate hope.Maren didn't hand me the baby yet. Instead, she walked b
Before I could even form the words to demand my son, Maren yanked me inside so fast the door slammed shut behind us. The warmth of the small room hit me hard after the cold night air, but it did nothing to slow my racing heart. She still had Mael in her arms, rocking him gently, but her eyes were sharp on me now, scanning the bag on my shoulder, the cloak, the way I was breathing too fast.“What’s wrong with you?” she hissed, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t wake the baby. “Are you out of your mind? Are you asking for a death sentence?”"Give him to me," I demanded, my voice shaking as I reached for Mael.Maren stepped back, holding the bundled infant out of my reach. Her grey eyes were wide, scanning my heavy cloak and the packed leather rucksack slipping off my shoulder."Don’t you get it?? You cannot run from the Valrok Empire," Maren said, her tone dead serious. "No one escapes this fortress without the King's seal. The Vanguard doesn't just let people wander into the snow. T
The voice cracked through the dark like a whip. A guard stepped out from the side corridor, spear already lowered, blocking the way completely. The tip glinted in the torchlight.“Identify yourself or get diced in half right now!”I had the veil pulled low over my face. It made it hard to see clearly in the dim light, and apparently it made it hard for him to recognize me too. Good. I straightened up, letting the bag hang at my side like it was nothing."Kill the Lycan King's mate?" I asked, my voice dropping into an eerily calm, melodic tone. "Kill Riven's wife in the middle of his own fortress? Oh, man. You seem to have a rather creative death wish upon yourself. And upon your entire bloodline." The guard’s eyes went wide. His spear wavered. He took a half-step back, then another, the weapon drooping."My... my Queen," the guard stammered, his voice cracking with absolute panic. He bowed his head so low his chin practically touched his chest. He was physically shaking. "Please... p
I zipped up the last bit of the small bag as quietly as I could. My hands were steady even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. I didn’t have much anyway. The Northern Wastes had taught me that a long time ago. You learned to move light or you didn’t move at all. A couple of changes of clothes, a small knife, some dried meat I’d stolen from the kitchens earlier. That was it. Enough to get me and Mael out of here and into the trees.I slowly let go of the zipper.I eased the bag off the vanity, careful not to let the brass buckles clink against the stone.I tiptoed toward the door, every step careful, testing the floorboards with the ball of my foot before I put weight down. The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the room. Riven was still on the bed behind me, breathing deep and even. I was done. Nothing was stopping me this time. Not the High Council, not Kaelen, and definitely not the arrogant warlord sleeping twenty feet away. Not the memory of his hands or h
Tears of sheer, human humiliation leaked from the corners of my eyes, rolling down my temples into my hair. I was trapped. I was listening to my own mouth spout the most filthy, submissive, degrading pleas, begging a man who had just sold me out to a council of warlords.Riven’s golden eyes flared with absolute, victorious triumph.He smiled. A dark, devastating grin that showed the sharp points of his fangs."Good girl," he growled.He didn't make me wait another second. Riven crashed his mouth down onto mine, kissing me with a passionate, bruising violence that stole the very oxygen from my lungs. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of salt and dominance, sweeping over my teeth and tangling with my own in a ruthless, consuming rhythm.At the exact same time, his hand moved between our bodies. He found my slick, swollen cunt and slipped a thick finger right past my entrance.I whimpered uncontrollably into his mouth, the sound vibrating between our connected lips. He began to circle
My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps that tore at my throat. I was sitting there, completely exposed on his massive mattress, drowning in my own wetness. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing with a hollow, agonizing ache that demanded to be filled. I was so incredibly, shamefully horny it felt like a fever burning under my skin. I was ready to be fucked. I was practically vibrating with the need for it.But Riven had spoken.‘You're going to have to beg harder than that.’I gritted my teeth, my jaw locking so tight the muscle fluttered. No. I had sworn to myself. I had made a silent, blood-bound promise the day Kaelen threw me into that freezing mud. I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought I had built a fortress around my pride, vowing that no man would ever control me again. No man would ever dictate my worth, tell me what to do, or reduce me to a weeping, pleading mess on a mattress.Not Kaelen. And definitely not the Lycan King.
"Go ahead, hit me!" he murmured, his voice dripping hard, "But you better hit me hard, Liora. Because when I take my revenge... I will not be so kind."I stood there, trapped between the freezing stone wall and the burning furnace of the Lycan King. Every emotion in the world was swirling violently
He started gently, his tongue swirling in slow, agonizingly precise circles over my most sensitive nerve endings. He lapped at my slick wetness, savoring the taste of me like I was a delicacy he had been starving for centuries to consume. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips, flicking it gen
I was still trembling when Riven carried me to the bed.He laid me down like I was something fragile, even though his eyes said otherwise. The heavy furs dipped under my weight as he stepped back, towering over me. The firelight painted every inch of him in gold and shadow.Gods… he was beautiful i
Riven’s thumb was still inside my mouth.Thick. Shrivelled. Tasting of salt and that faint metallic edge of his own blood. He dragged it slowly over my tongue, pressing down just enough to make me gag before pulling it out. The rough pad scraped against my bottom lip, and a helpless whimper escaped







