LOGINOctavia's POVThe moment our swords clashed again, I knew something had changed. Red Dragon was no longer smiling.His jaw had tightened, and the amusement that had lingered in his eyes was gone. He came at me with a force that sent me stumbling backward, his sword striking mine before I could properly regain my balance.I blocked the next attack.Then another.He was getting faster, but speed wasn't the problem. It was the anger behind every strike. I could see the build up.Good.I wanted him to be angry, and he was playing into my trap.I wanted him to forget that he was supposed to be teaching me a final lesson. I wanted him to stop treating this like another training session and start fighting me like an opponent.So I gave him a reason."What's wrong?" I asked, deflecting his sword. "Getting tired already?"His eyes narrowed.I smiled."That's disappointing. I expected more from the Red Dragon."He lunged.I moved aside, allowing his blade to cut through empty space."Come on, D
Red Dragon’s POV The following morning was everything. Finally, it had come. Today was the three hundred and sixty-third day since Octavia and I had agreed to the contract that made her my property for a whole year Just a few hours remained. A few hours, and whatever ownership I still held over her would end. But deep down, I wasn't ready to let her go. Not now, not ever. I stood beside the large bedroom window, one hand resting against the frame, watching the morning sun spread across the island. It was a beautiful morning. The ocean lay calm. The sky was clear. Below, the guards had already begun their usual routines. Somewhere on the training grounds I could hear the familiar sounds of men working. Everything was as it should be. Except something wasn’t. Octavia. I found myself thinking about her again. One year ago I had walked into the Beacham house and met a frightened young lady who could barely stand up to her younger sister. She was soft-spoken. Uncert
Octavia’s POV I kept riding him. Hard. Deep. The pace that left no room for him to catch his breath or reclaim control. Every drop of my hips forced another broken sound out of his throat. His cock was thick and pulsing inside me, veins dragging against my walls with every thrust. Sweat slicked both of us. The couch creaked under the force. But I held his neck steady and watched his face the entire time. I saw his eyes flutter. Jaw tight. The exact moment the tension in his body shifted from resistance to something closer to surrender. My breathing was hot, my pulse rising. I leaned in and kissed him on the neck, and then my tongue dragged upward until I reached his nose. “Ahhh….” A broken moan left his throat. “Shhh… Take it.” That was an order. And he had learned to obey them as they came. The clap of our unclad bodies filled the space. And as the air grew hotter and hotter, his hands stayed flat on the cushions like he had forgotten how to use them. Or maybe he
Octavia's POV. His eyes shifted in my direction reluctantly. “Where have you been?” He looked away before I even met his gaze. I hesitated for a second. He sat on the couch, head resting on its edge, broad chest exposed, and a white towel wrapped around his waist line. I devoured his body with my eyes as though it was my first time seeing the muscles and masculine chest of a man in his fifties. Let alone that of Red Dragon. But as a matter of fact, my days around him were coming to an end and suddenly his appearance now looks wonderful all over again. He turned and stole a glance at me after waiting patiently for a response, but I was too lost in my gaze. "Are you alright?" He asked. Everything felt off. First things first, Red Dragon is never gentle. But staring at him now, he looked exhausted and tired. Like the fight had drained off him. “I'm fine,” the words were pronounced too quickly. Like I was scared he wouldn't want to know anymore if I wasted a second. "Ar
I finally turned my head and looked at him. Krul stood near the foot of the bed, jaw clenched. His hands were already forming fists. Irritation spread across his face. I stared at him for a moment. “What's your problem? You talk too much,” I half-yelled.His nostrils flared. “It’s been months since our differences began. Let it go, asshole. Stop acting like a baby.” That statement got him agitated. His fist is curled, and he took a step further… “Watch your fucking mouth, lady.” I rolled my eyes. “You know what, just get the hell out of my room. I’ll be with Red Dragon soon. Your message has been received.” He did not move. For a second I thought he was going to launch into another speech about how I had forgotten my place. I was tired of hearing them. Over the months I got used to his threats. Empty threats by the way. Because he was afraid of me now. I could tell from the way he looked at me. But he will never admit it.I had to raise my head slightly and look at h
Octavia’s POV Two months later. I was finally at the end of my agreement with Red Dragon. Three hundred and sixty days. It still felt strange how quickly time had passed. There had been a time when I counted every single day and every single night. I would wake up each morning measuring how much more humiliation and torment I still had to endure.The death of Diyorza? That memory lives rent-free in my head. The exit of Mira and Bianca? The guilt stayed. Things I had to do to fit into this world. I had to do terrible things, even attempt to kill Krul live in the arena. One year ago, that version of Octavia wouldn't believe I was ever going to change this much. But seeing my life now, I realize that I have become as ruthless as Red Dragon and the cartel I so much despise. Now it makes me wonder, was I wrong all these time for seeing them as evil? Or have I simply submitted myself to their ways?Now that the last day finally came, I could barely bring myself to get out of bed.







