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Tired Facade
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2026-09-30 02:23:39
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SOLD TO THE BRUTAL ALPHA LORD OF BRIDGEVINE The Distance Between Us
Magnus The mansion had been quieter since Lydia returned to her room, but silence had never been something that troubled me. I preferred it to unnecessary conversation, especially when the conversation concerned matters I had no intention of discussing. Yet that evening, every quiet corridor seemed to remind me of her. I could still picture the gold bracelet around her wrist, the way her fingers had rested over it after I fastened it there, and the guarded expression she had worn when I told her it was a mark of my favor. I had meant it to be a warning, but even I knew the truth was more complicated. I had wanted to give her something that belonged to my world, something that would remind everyone in Bridgevine that she was under my protection.I told myself that was all it meant.By sunset, I had finished the reports waiting on my desk and decided to inspect the training grounds. The warriors were already gathered when I arrived, their movements sharp beneath the fading light. Benit
SOLD TO THE BRUTAL ALPHA LORD OF BRIDGEVINE My Way of Apologizing
Magnus The heavy iron key turned in the lock with a definitive, metallic click, but for the first time, the sound didn't bring me a sense of triumph. It felt like a condemnation. As I pushed the door open, the hinges groaning under the weight of my presence, I stepped into the dim light of Lydia’s chambers. She was no longer in the cold, damp confines of the maid quarters—I had moved her back to her own room hours ago—but the ghost of those two days still clung to her.My eyes immediately found her. She looked fragile, huddled on the edge of the oversized bed, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the dark linens. The scent of her distress—that sweet, cloying Omega musk laced with the sharp tang of fear and exhaustion—hit me like a physical blow. It stirred the Alpha in my blood, but it also twisted something deep in my chest, a feeling I refused to name.I watched her flinch as I approached, her wide eyes tracking my every movement. A wave of guilt, cold and suffocating, washed ove
SOLD TO THE BRUTAL ALPHA LORD OF BRIDGEVINE Tired Facade
Magnus I had spent three days telling myself that locking Lydia away had been necessary. She had disobeyed me, endangered herself by leaving the mansion without permission, and allowed herself to become involved in a public confrontation that could have turned violent. Kiekie had also disobeyed orders, and I had punished her for it. Every decision had been mine, and I had been raised to believe that a ruler who hesitated after giving an order was inviting chaos. Yet when I stood outside the maid prison on the third morning, staring at the woman I had locked inside it, I found none of the satisfaction I should have felt. Instead, there was an unfamiliar heaviness beneath my ribs that irritated me more than her defiance ever had.Lydia looked smaller than she had three days ago, but somehow she also seemed harder to break. Her hair was tangled, her face was pale, and the dress she wore hung loosely against her body. I had opened the door because I needed to see her alive with my own ey
SOLD TO THE BRUTAL ALPHA LORD OF BRIDGEVINE The Days I Refused To Break
Lydia The door slammed behind me so hard that the sound seemed to shake the entire corridor. I stumbled when the guards released me, catching myself against the rough stone wall before I could fall, and for several seconds I simply stood there, breathing through the ache in my chest. The maid prison smelled of damp earth, old straw, and iron, nothing like the polished rooms I had grown accustomed to inside Magnus's mansion. Perhaps that was the point; he wanted me to remember exactly what I was, and after everything I had shouted at him, I wondered whether I deserved anything better.I hated myself for thinking that. I had spent years being told that I was worth less than everyone around me, and somehow Magnus had made those old wounds feel fresh again. Yet the cruelest part was that I could not erase the memory of him being gentle when I was helpless. My mind kept dragging me back to those six days, to the moments when my heat had clouded every thought and left me unable to care for
SOLD TO THE BRUTAL ALPHA LORD OF BRIDGEVINE The Days I Refused To Break
Lydia The door slammed behind me so hard that the sound seemed to shake the entire corridor. I stumbled when the guards released me, catching myself against the rough stone wall before I could fall, and for several seconds I simply stood there, breathing through the ache in my chest. The maid prison smelled of damp earth, old straw, and iron, nothing like the polished rooms I had grown accustomed to inside Magnus's mansion. Perhaps that was the point; he wanted me to remember exactly what I was, and after everything I had shouted at him, I wondered whether I deserved anything better.I hated myself for thinking that. I had spent years being told that I was worth less than everyone around me, and somehow Magnus had made those old wounds feel fresh again. Yet the cruelest part was that I could not erase the memory of him being gentle when I was helpless. My mind kept dragging me back to those six days, to the moments when my heat had clouded every thought and left me unable to care for
SOLD TO THE BRUTAL ALPHA LORD OF BRIDGEVINE A Deep Hatred For Him
Lydia By the time the sun climbed above the eastern roofs, I had made up my mind that I could no longer remain inside the mansion like a prisoner waiting for permission to breathe. Magnus had spent the previous day reminding me that he was my master, and I had spent the night remembering every reason I despised him. The memory of his hands still haunted me, which only made my anger burn hotter, because I hated that my body could remember tenderness from a man whose heart seemed carved from stone. I needed fresh air, distance, and perhaps one afternoon in which I could forget that Lord Magnus Bridgevine existed.Kiekie found me near the front staircase with a simple cloak around my shoulders and a determined expression on my face. She stopped halfway down the corridor when she saw me and immediately guessed what I intended to do, because she had become good at reading the thoughts I tried to hide. “Where are you going, my lady?” she asked, and I tied the cloak more firmly beneath my c
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