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45 Wobbly Legs

Autor: Jenne Lopes
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-02-25 23:51:30

Sera

My 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 build the fire incredibly high, and the air tasted like dry ash. Two of her maids were unpacking heavy wooden trunks in the corner, their movements stiff and terrified.

"I cannot believe you are living in
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  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    245 Kael Is Dead

    Sera"I'm sorry, Mina.""No, no, no," Mina interrupted. Her voice was soft, but the edge remained. "Don't cry. Oh, please don't do that now."She came low again, watching me closely, as if I were a new creature she needed to understand. She pushed a stray strand of hair away from my forehead, her touch light but lacking any warmth."Growing up," Mina started, her voice taking on a rhythmic, storytelling quality, "the only time I ever saw blood or physical violence was on my mother." She laughed. "Sera, it wasn't a good sight. I spent my nights seeing her in that state. Every night, she was covered in it. And the one thing I always thought about—weirdly—was how I never imagined one person could produce that much blood."Mina shook her head, her dark hair casting long shadows over her shoulders. "I never wanted to see anything like that again. Blood became the one thing I wanted to avoid." She scoffed, her lip curling. "But thanks to you, I got to watch an entire scenario where your mot

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    244 I’m Sorry Mina

    Sera"Um... what?"The words hung in the stagnant air of the bedroom. I was shaking. My boots scuffed against the rug, the vibration travelling up my legs and settling in my gut. I swallowed, trying to find enough spit to speak again."I'm pregnant," I repeated. My voice sounded thin, a dry scrape that lacked the Luna's authority I’d been trying to wear. I looked away from her, focusing on a loose thread on her sleeve. "It’s... I’m pregnant, Mina."Mina stayed on the floor with me, her hands still gripping my arms. She nodded slowly, a rhythmic motion that looked more like she was trying to convince herself of a lie. Then her brow pinched."Fenris certainly hasn't been having sex with you for that long, right?" she asked.I nodded, then shook my head, the thoughts tangling. "No. The timing... it's too early." I heard my own voice rise, a sharp, panicked spike. "I should be physically incapable of this! It isn't normal. My body... it doesn't work that way." I took a jagged breath, the

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    243 I’m Pregnant

    Sera“Your scent, it has changed.”"Since when?"I forced the words past a throat that felt like it had been scraped with a dry stone. I kept my face tight, pulling my brows into a frown of defensive confusion. Fenris didn't let go of my arm. He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he drew in another slow, methodical pull of air. His grey eyes were unblinking, the pupils dark and fixed."Since you stepped out of that room," He shook his head slightly. "And it is not the salt, Sera. I know the smell of Madra’s cellar. This... this is different."I swallowed hard. I needed to move. Every second I stood within his reach was another second for his nose to name the truth. "I told you before," I said, my voice gaining a sharper, impatient edge. "I reek of that room. The brine is a stagnant, heavy quality that sticks to the skin. I need a bath. When I am done, the smell will be gone. You’re picking up the leftover filth from that cellar."Fenris sighed, defeated. He certainly knew what

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    242 Your Scent

    Sera“The brine needs refreshing,” she said, her voice returning to that clinical, detached rasp. “Go. Join your husband. The elders are waiting.”I didn't answer. I didn't offer a smile. I turned and walked out of the room, the iron door heavy against my palm.The corridor was dim. The grease lamps flickered, throwing long, distorted shadows against the stone. I started walking, my heart hammering a rhythm that pounded against my ribs. Every step made the heavy wool of the trousers rub against my thighs. I could perceive the wetness there—not from arousal this time, but from the cold, oily sweat of a different kind of fear.I rounded the corner to the Alpha’s level.Fenris was standing at the end of the hall. He was leaning against the stone archway near the balcony, staring out at the grey morning sky. He still had the black ash on his jaw. He appeared massive, a silhouette of iron and fur that owned the very air he breathed.He heard my boots. He didn't turn around, but I saw his s

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    241 You Will Not Speak Of This

    Sera"I'm sorry, what?"The laugh that came out of me was a jagged, ugly thing that hit the damp stone walls of the cellar and flatlined. My hand was still trapped in Madra's grip, her fingers like dry, cold bird talons digging into the skin of my wrist. I didn't pull back. I leaned in until I could see the yellowed film over her eyes."The brine is getting to your head, Madra," I said, my voice dropping to a harsh scrape. "I'm barren. My father made that clear years ago. My previous mate confirmed it for three years with every month my body failed to do its job. I am an Omega who couldn't even provide a single heir to a backwater pack. So don't stand there and tell me jokes."Madra didn't flinch. She didn't even blink. She held my stare with a terrifying, clinical stillness."I do not tell jokes, Luna. I deal in the meat and the blood. And your blood is singing a different tune than the one you were told."She tightened her grip. The ache in my wrist was a sharp, localized throb."I

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    240 Good Plan

    JaceThe border market was a sensory overload. There were no neon signs here. No music playing from hidden speakers. Just the sound of five hundred voices haggling over the price of salt, the rhythmic clink of a blacksmith’s hammer, and the heavy, earthy smell of the pack. The market was neutral ground. The South provided grain and textiles. The North provided iron, pelts, and the kind of hard-grade timber that didn't rot.I adjusted the strap of my satchel. I wasn't here for timber. I was here for a bridge.Mistwood was strangling Blackwater. They’d moved in like a parasite, taxing our merchants and taking forty percent of our timber cut. Kane was a mess, drowning in the vacuum his ex had left behind. I needed a threat. I needed a whisper in the right ear to make Mistwood realize that Blackwater had friends they couldn't handle.I started walking down the central aisle. The mud was thick, sticking to the soles of my shoes. I saw a group of Northern warriors sitting on a pile of crate

  • 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

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-22

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    09 Talking To No One

    SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-17

  • 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

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-03-23

  • My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian    110 Mechanical Voice

    LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the

    last updateÚltima actualización : 2026-04-05
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