로그인Meanwhile, at the Royal Mall’s most exclusive bridal boutique, Lady Kenna Aldrone stood on a velvet pedestal, staring at her reflection in a floor-to-ceiling gilded mirror.Her wedding gown was a masterpiece—woven from imported silver silk, encrusted with hundreds of crushed diamonds that caught the light with every breath she took. It had to be perfect. The jewelry, the dress, the venue—everything had to be the most talked-about spectacle in the history of the realm."Oh, Kenna, it's absolutely breathtaking!" gushed Lady Amber, sitting on a plush satin sofa while sipping champagne. "Lord Killian truly spares no expense for you. You are going to be the most envied woman in the entire kingdom.""Of course he doesn't," Kenna replied smugly, "He is the King, and I am to be his Queen. Anything less than perfection would be an insult to the Veyr name.""Still," whispered Lady Vivienne, leaning in with a gossipy smirk. "I heard he didn't even bother showing up for your ring fitting. A bit co
Killian drew slowly on his tobacco, the ember glowing between his fingers before he let the smoke spill from his mouth into the dark dungeon.He turned the blade in his other hand.Once.Twice.The tip kissed his thumb. A bead of blood welled beneath the silver edge, he glanced at it, almost absently.Across the dungeon, Luken stirred awake. Again. Iron groaned and chains rattled.The physician hung from the manacles with his bare feet barely touching the blood-slick cobblestones. His shirt clung to him in torn strips, exposing bruised ribs and purpled skin. Blood had dried beneath his nose and along his split lip, but his eyes remained stubbornly clear.Killian disliked that.Not because Luken was defiant, rather, it was because Killian could read the man’s mind with sickening clarity. He knew the exact thought occupying the doctor's pathetic head.Rosen.The very instant Luken had regained consciousness earlier, that had been the first name rasped from his broken mouth.‘How is he?
Every trace of color drained from Rosen’s face.Luken.Killian glanced down at Rosen — at the way the blood had left his cheeks, the way his body had gone rigid on his thigh, the way those blue eyes had filled with a panic that had nothing to do with Killian and everything to do with the man at the gate.Killian smiled sinisterly. "How thoughtful of him. Luken is saving me the trouble of hunting him down myself."Panic surged through Rosen like an electric shock. He jolted, trying to scramble off Killian's lap to stand up. "No!"Killian's arm clamped around his waist like a vice, pinning him firmly in place. "Where do you think you're going?""Please!" Rosen cried, turning around on Killian's lap. "Please, L-Lord Killian! Don't hurt him. He didn't do anything wrong. Please!"Killian stared at him, his smile instantly vanishing, replaced by a dark rage. He leaned down, pressing a cold kiss against Rosen's nape."The more you beg for him," Killian hissed into his skin, "the slower and mo
The castle was even grander and more intimidating than Rosen remembered from his blurred arrival. Massive stone arches, towering stained-glass windows and cold marble corridors stretched out endlessly. As they walked, several guards and servant maids bowed deeply, keeping their eyes glued to the floor.They arrived at the grand dining hall, where a lavish breakfast spread had already been arranged on a long mahogany table.Killian walked to the head of the table and sat down in a high-backed carved chair. Sunlight poured through tall windows. Everything looked civilized and beautiful, completely at odds with the monster who sat down at the head of the table.Then, looking up at Rosen, Killian patted his broad, muscular thigh.Rosen stiffened.He glanced around the room nervously. There were at least half a dozen maids standing along the perimeter wall, and two armed guards posted near the double doors. Everyone was watching.Did Killian want him to sit on his thigh like a trained pet
Without another word, Killian pulled a small key from his pocket and unlocked the iron clasp around Rosen's ankle. Before Rosen could even attempt to swing his legs off the bed, Killian scooped him up into his arms in one effortless motion— one arm under his knees, one behind his back — as if Rosen weighed nothing. As if he were picking up a cat, or something else small and unwilling.Rosen panicked, flailing and striking at Killian's broad chest. "Put me down! Let me go!"Killian didn't even flinch. The sheer gap in their physical strength was terrifying. Rosen’s frantic strikes felt like nothing more than a breeze against his iron muscles. Realizing how utterly futile his struggles were, Rosen eventually slacked in Killian's arms, panting heavily, exhausted and humiliated.Killian carried him straight into the adjoining luxury bathroom, stepping onto the warm marble floor.As Killian set him down near the edge of a massive stone tub, Rosen caught a glimpse of himself in the floor-t
"Wake up, little bird. You don't get to sleep while I'm inside you.""Killian, haven't you done enough?" Rosen choked out. "Let me go—mmmph!"A rough palm slammed down over his face, pressing his cheek flat into the bed, smothering his desperate gasps."Little bird. When are you going to learn?" Killian purred. "You begged me to breed you. Cried for my knot. Spread your legs and moaned my name so loud the entire castle heard you."Killian’s grip tightened, turning Rosen’s face slightly so he could drink in Rosen’s tear-stained profile. "Now you want me to stop? Which one is the real you, hmm? The one who cries for mercy—or the one who begs for my cock?""Mercy. No n-no more!" Rosen cried."Would you look at that?" Killian laughed. Without a second of hesitation, he slammed his hips forward.Rosen shrieked as the monstrous length rammed straight into his deepest, most sensitive spot."Does a murderer get mercy? You think you deserve it? You're not bred yet," Killian whispered, "Remembe







