ログインJulian snorted, leaning back against the couch cushions and looking down at me with an unbothered smirk."I am willing to bet my right ball that his house isn't flooded," Julian said, shaking his head. "The man just wants an excuse to stay here and order you around.""Why would anyone even want to do that?" I asked, looking up at him in disbelief. "He's not that kind of man, Julian. Sean was definitely inconvenienced by all of this. He didn't ask to come live with me."Julian let out a bitter, quiet laugh, his fingers tracing a slow circle near my temple."You are way too innocent for your own good, Rihanna," he murmured, his gaze darkening slightly. "He's a grown man, and men like him don't do things by accident. He can do whatever he wants, and right now, staying here lets him take total advantage of you...especially now that you're incapacitated and injured."My mind instantly flashed back to the bathroom...the heat of the space between us, the firm, burning press of his warm hands
Power crackled from Elara like wildfire, her hair was blazing bright, her eyes were glowing silver-blue. The marble beneath her feet began to crack and splinter in the shape of a web around her feet. The light coming from her coiled tighter around Liliana, lifting her slightly off the floor like a rag doll, choking on her own gasp.Riven stood now, and though his face remained unreadable, Elara felt his energy shift, ready, controlled, watching her closely.Elara wanted to stop, to reel in her power, but she could still hear Liliana’s words. She could still hear that dismissive tone...she could still see that smirk. The idea that she would always be a toy in someone else’s hands.No. Not anymore.Elara took another step forward, her breath ragged, her chest rising with every surge of magic coursing through her. The air in the throne room was alive now—sparking, humming, furious. The werewolves closest to her dropped their eyes or flinched.“I am not something to be broken,” she said,
Power crackled from Elara like wildfire, her hair was blazing bright, her eyes were glowing silver-blue. The marble beneath her feet began to crack and splinter in the shape of a web around her feet. The light coming from her coiled tighter around Liliana, lifting her slightly off the floor like a rag doll, choking on her own gasp.Riven stood now, and though his face remained unreadable, Elara felt his energy shift, ready, controlled, watching her closely.Elara wanted to stop, to reel in her power, but she could still hear Liliana’s words. She could still hear that dismissive tone...she could still see that smirk. The idea that she would always be a toy in someone else’s hands.No. Not anymore.Elara took another step forward, her breath ragged, her chest rising with every surge of magic coursing through her. The air in the throne room was alive now—sparking, humming, furious. The werewolves closest to her dropped their eyes or flinched.“I am not something to be broken,” she said,
Power crackled from Elara like wildfire, her hair was blazing bright, her eyes were glowing silver-blue. The marble beneath her feet began to crack and splinter in the shape of a web around her feet. The light coming from her coiled tighter around Liliana, lifting her slightly off the floor like a rag doll, choking on her own gasp.Riven stood now, and though his face remained unreadable, Elara felt his energy shift, ready, controlled, watching her closely.Elara wanted to stop, to reel in her power, but she could still hear Liliana’s words. She could still hear that dismissive tone...she could still see that smirk. The idea that she would always be a toy in someone else’s hands.No. Not anymore.Elara took another step forward, her breath ragged, her chest rising with every surge of magic coursing through her. The air in the throne room was alive now—sparking, humming, furious. The werewolves closest to her dropped their eyes or flinched.“I am not something to be broken,” she said,
Power crackled from Elara like wildfire, her hair was blazing bright, her eyes were glowing silver-blue. The marble beneath her feet began to crack and splinter in the shape of a web around her feet. The light coming from her coiled tighter around Liliana, lifting her slightly off the floor like a rag doll, choking on her own gasp.Riven stood now, and though his face remained unreadable, Elara felt his energy shift, ready, controlled, watching her closely.Elara wanted to stop, to reel in her power, but she could still hear Liliana’s words. She could still hear that dismissive tone...she could still see that smirk. The idea that she would always be a toy in someone else’s hands.No. Not anymore.Elara took another step forward, her breath ragged, her chest rising with every surge of magic coursing through her. The air in the throne room was alive now—sparking, humming, furious. The werewolves closest to her dropped their eyes or flinched.“I am not something to be broken,” she said,
My heart hurt at his words, but something else he said rang in my head.“I have told you I do not have a mother! I don’t know who you’re taking me to, but I’m not going to meet some stranger!”I planted my feet firmly on the ground, refusing to move.Thorne glanced down at me. “Are you planning to stay here all day?”“Yes! And if you try to drag me, I’ll make you regret the day you were born!”“With those weak legs? I’d like to see you try.”Before I could respond, he bent down, grabbed me, and flung me over his shoulder.“Put me down, you humongous, pompous, disgusting pig!”I pounded his back with my fists and kicked my legs, but he barely reacted.“Thorne, I’m warning you!”“You’re welcome to keep trying, Princess. Perhaps you’ll manage to bruise my back before you exhaust yourself.”I kicked harder, determined to wipe that arrogance off his face. Instead, he raised his free hand and gave my ass a sharp slap.I went completely still.“By the Moon! Did you just spank me like a child







