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64. Mine

Author: KATHLEEN HAYAT
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The doors slammed shut with a thunderous crash, the sound echoing through the chamber like the iron seal of a prison. Freya’s breath caught as Ragnar’s grip tightened around her arm, pulling her flush against the immovable wall of his chest. His body radiated heat, fierce, unrelenting, searing into her until even the air seemed to burn.

His scent enveloped her, wild and untamed, edged with smoke, steel, and the faint tang of fresh blood. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, suffocating. His molten-gold eyes bore into hers like firebrands, branding her where she stood.

“You think I didn’t see?” His voice was a growl, rough and low, scraping against the silence like claws on stone. “Him, on his knees before you. Touching you.”

A shiver ran through Freya, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity blazing off him. Her lips parted, fumbling for words. “Ragnar-”

“Don’t.” The single word cracked like a whip, silencing her. His breath came ragged, as though he had fought a war just to reach t
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