SORAYA’S POVHorror strikes my features as the rest of the girls jump and squeal. Panic washes over me as my feet subconsciously take a step back.Just what kind of hell is this? I don’t belong here. How the hell do I get out of here?Slowly, I turned to check if escape was possible at this very moment. But the guards standing by the door with heavily loaded weapons were more than enough of an answer.“Please come with me. It is time you all prepare,” Rodrick announced, turning his back on us to lead us further into the mansion. The girls happily followed him while I trudged grumpily behind them. I tried to distract myself by looking at the artistic portraits of different men and women. The little chandeliers hoisted above the wide, white-walled hallways lit up the way.We passed by several servants in maid uniforms, along with a couple of guards. I did not fail to catch the judgmental looks they shot us—especially me. How strange.Mini statues lined the way, until little by little
SORAYA’S POVOnce Ragnar was out of sight, Khai pushed me away like I was some piece of shit he couldn’t wait to get off him.He turned to the man with the scarred face and said, “Ronan, round up. I’m getting sick of this place.”The man nodded before meeting the auctioneer and exchanging a few words with him. Once he was done, he grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the exit harshly.“Ow!” I hissed, doing my best to ease his grip on my arm, to no avail.Khai adjusted his shirt casually before walking out of the hall with his men. He walked ahead of us until he was completely out of sight.When we finally stepped under the moonlight, the last thing I saw was Khai getting into a car before zooming down the street with a convoy.The scar-faced man—who I remembered Khai referring to as Ronan—led me to a different car. Inside were two girls already seated at the back, with two men at the front.“Get in,” Ronan said gruffly, shoving me into the car without even a hint of gentleness. Once
SORAYA’S POVThe tension in the room was enough to suffocate anyone. The place was suddenly engulfed in heat as a bead of sweat trickled down my temple — or was it just me?Ragnar stood among his men, proud and cold as always. His jaw was so tight I thought he might shatter his own teeth.Whenever his eyes jumped between the masked man and me, his anger only grew. It made me wonder if Ragnar hated the fact that another man had claimed me, or if he simply hated this man.My husband’s eyes locked onto me like a predator; those cold eyes were filled with so much fury and determination. It frightened me. I had always been used to seeing Ragnar void of emotion, but this was far beyond anything I had ever seen.“Soraya is my wife, and she is coming with me,” Ragnar declared, his voice low and filled with menace. A threat laced every word, sending a shiver down my spine. “Now.”My gaze shifted to Khai. I wanted to plead with him not to let me leave with Ragnar, but the look on his face ma
SORAYA’S POVSlowly, my eyelids fluttered open. The world around me was blurry as I tried to collect myself. A small groan left my lips as I slowly sat up.My back ached like a bitch.What the hell happened?The last thing I remembered was running through the woods, then... darkness. But the memory of why I was running snapped me back to consciousness.Pregnant. Ragnar’s shrine. His confession.As my vision slowly cleared, I noticed the lights flickering above me, casting shadows. Dangerous voices surrounded me.A sudden chill crawled up my spine; something didn’t feel right. My fists came up to rub my eyes. I blinked, doing my best to make out my environment. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw curtains, stage lights, and women dressed in next to nothing. They paraded across a podium, performing by touching themselves and spreading their legs for the crowd of men holding numbered paddles. Some of these girls looked drugged—the grogginess in their eyes and their lazy smiles, whi
SORAYA’S POVSwallowing the bile that threatened to rise up my throat, I did my best to keep my voice as steady as possible. How could one do that after seeing this?“Ragnar, what is all this? Who is this woman, and… and why does she look just like me?”He didn't answer. He just stared at me. Somehow, that worsened the situation even more.The air around me was so cold, it felt like I was inhaling shards of ice. Each shard stabbed my lungs and made it impossible to breathe.“Answer me, Ragnar!” I snapped, my voice strong despite my heart being shaky. I don't think he could see the slight tremble in my limbs. I have never been this horrified in my entire life.His eyes shifted to the woman in the case, and I watched them soften. Not only that.I see love.The love and softness I have always craved since the day I first set my eyes on him. But I never got it. No matter what I did, Ragnar has always been cold and distant towards me.I always believed if I loved harder or did something
SORAYA’S POV“Fuck, you feel so good,” my husband groaned, slamming into me like a beast, who was chasing something he’d never catch.His eyes were open, devouring me with the hunger and desire in them. His brows drawn. That look of pleasure on his face was ever electrifying. It would’ve made me feel beautiful—wanted—if I didn’t already know how good I was at pretending not to notice the way he avoids looking at me too long.His thrusts hit deep, hard. The kind that makes you forget your own name. Our moans mixed in the air. The bed shook. The room felt hot, too hot, like even the walls were sweating.My wolf purred from somewhere inside me, drunk on the way he touched us. Every stroke, every groan, every lazy drag of his mouth over my skin was sending me spiraling.He bent his head, lips catching my nipple, tongue slow and warm and teasing. My legs locked around his waist. I wanted more. I wanted everything.Times like these were very rare, it is not every day I get to experience t