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Author: Jenne Lopes
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 00:19:09

Torin

"Do you want me to kill you?"

Irina stared at her. Her stoic expression was finally breaking.

"I would be very happy to slit your throat, throw your body out into the snow, and wait for Aldric's wrath," Yvara said with a nasty smirk. "But you don't want to die. You're a hypocrite. You’d do anything to preserve yourself, including killing your little pet here and selling off your own daughter".

Yvara leaned in until their noses almost touched. "You don't want to die. And I can kill you. So
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  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    216 A Wolf

    Sera"Yes you did.”"It was — Fenris, the guards were fine. The guards were the ones I already made my peace with. They were the cost. Six men. Five guards and Torin's driver. I said the names. I sat with the names. I did not eat for a day.""I know.""Torin was not on the list.""I know.""He was supposed to come back. He was supposed to come back and sit in a back room until we were done with Bram, and then we were going to send him south on a wagon with his teeth pulled and a story he could not remember the parts of. A story nobody would chase. He was supposed to live. He was —" I had to stop. "He was supposed to be useful.""Sera,” Fenris called.I put my forehead against his shoulder.He let me. He laid his hand on the back of my neck and he did not move it. He did not pat. He did not stroke. He left it where it was and he let it be heavy."Take me out of here," I said into his coat."Yes."He turned me toward the door. We made it three steps before Yvara's voice came from behind

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    215 Clean Plan

    SeraThe door scraped open and Yvara came in dragging him.She had Torin by the collar of his tunic — what was left of it. The collar was the only thing on his upper half still in one piece. His head hung back at an angle a head was not meant to hang at. The right side of his neck, the side that had been working when he left, was open from the jaw down to where the collarbone should have been. His arm on that side was gone. Gone meaning gone. It ended somewhere above the elbow in a torn, ragged stump still wet at the edge. There was no arm on the floor behind them.I stood up from the chair too fast."Why is he —"The smell hit before the word finished. Copper, hot, with the heavy under-scent of stomach contents. I clamped my mouth shut.Fenris was at the wall. Arms crossed. He had not moved when the door opened. He was watching me, not the body."Yvara." My voice came out high. I cleared my throat. "Yvara, why is he — Fenris, what the fuck —""Sera.""Bram. We have to find Bram. The

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    214 Wolves Of Conquest

    IrinaHe had to drag me three steps before my body remembered how.We ran for an hour. The two that had not gotten Torin came after us into the trees. They were behind us and they were closing and we were down to maybe twenty yards of running room before a rock face when they stopped.They turned around. They walked back to the road.We had thought, at the time, that the smell of the kill had pulled them off us. I had needed to think that, because anything else would have stopped me from running.I let myself think the other thing now.Wolves of conquest, Aldric had said an hour ago in the study. With the right person in charge, you could direct an entire Northern army of rogues. Point them wherever you needed them to go.He had said it because he was telling me he knew. He was using the captain's debrief as cover to tell me exactly what he thought had happened on that road. He was watching my face for the answer.And what he had got was yes.I pressed both hands flat against my mouth

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    213 Run

    IrinaI stood up. I did not mean to. My legs went out from under the chair before I knew why, and the cramp under my ribs went sharp and I bent forward over the bedpost, fingers wrapped around the cold wood, and I tried to figure out where my body wanted to go.Out. Out was where my body wanted to go.Where, though.I pressed my forehead to the bedpost.Not back to Holt. The thought came up and I shut it down. Not my father.Beren of Holt was the alpha of a small pack at the end of the southern provinces, and his alliance with Valdris was older than my marriage to Aldric. The marriage was the alliance. The marriage had paid for the alliance. The original loan from Valdris had covered eighteen years of failed harvests and missed payments and one bad winter where half my father's pack had starved, and by the time I was sixteen, the interest on the principal was higher than anything my father's lands could ever produce. I was the interest. I had known what I was on the night my father ca

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    212 Roses In The Morning

    IrinaI made it to the bedside chair before my legs went out.The chair was velvet. Cold against my palms when I gripped the armrests. I sat there for a long minute with my mouth open and my throat working, breathing through my teeth, trying not to make a sound that would carry into the corridor. My chest had been holding the same shape for the last two hours and the muscles weren't sure how to do anything else. Down by the door I could still hear the senior maid's footsteps fading into the carpet, and then nothing.For the first time since the carriage had crossed back into Valdris territory, I was not being watched.I drew a breath in through my nose.Lemon oil. Beeswax. The faint sweet rose of the soap the maids used in the linen press. The fire in the hearth was a clean orange, the wood already burned down to the second log, and the smoke smelled the way smoke was supposed to smell in a civilized house — like a fire, and nothing else. No iron in the air. No stone. No three-deep wo

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    211 The Queens Predictable Infidelity

    AldricI looked at the captain."Hey," I said.He looked up. I smiled at him."Relax," I said. "Take a sip. It'll help, I promise you."He looked down at the glass. He picked it up — I watched his hand, the subtle shake in it — and he brought it to his mouth and drank. A real sip, a proper one.I nodded, watching him."There, there," I said. "That's good."I gave him a moment. Watched the color come back into him, the faint loosening that alcohol produces in a body that has been locked tight for too long."How are you feeling now?"He nodded. "Fine, my King. I’m better."Lies. But I nodded anyways.I leaned back in my chair, one hand resting on the arm of it, and looked at him for a moment. Then, pleasantly, as if it were a natural next question:"Who was it?"The captain's throat moved. He looked for just a moment genuinely scared. But he was able to compose himself fast enough."I don't know, my King. They had us locked away. I had no access to anything outside the cell." He paused.

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    63 The Horn

    FenrisThe embers in the hearth were bleeding out, turning from angry orange to a dull, dying red.The den was freezing again, but the cold didn't register. I just sat in the heavy oak chair in the corner of the room, perfectly still, watching the dark bear pelt rise and fall over her chest.Sera’s

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  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    44 Fighting Spirit

    Sera“What just happened?”"Forced healing takes fuel," Yvara explained. She paced in front of me. "It pulls energy directly from your reserves. It burns calories at a massive rate. In a battle of attrition, this will keep you alive, but it will also kill you if you aren't careful. You just got the

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  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    45 Wobbly Legs

    SeraMy mother’s hands were too soft. They felt strange against my skin, like something that didn't belong in the North. She dabbed a wet linen cloth against my cheek, her fingers trembling so badly she kept missing the dirt.The guest room was stifling. She had ordered the Valdris servants to buil

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  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    40 Dealing With It

    FenrisThe leather bag was old. It was cracked in several places, leaking thin streams of sand onto the stone floor every time I hit it. The heavy chains groaned, a high-pitched metallic scrape that echoed in the small, windowless space. This was the belly of the mountain, a place the torches barel

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