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Chapter 8: The Dungeon
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The Alpha's Rejected Goddess: Carrying the World Ender Chapter 8: The Dungeon
The air in the dungeon reeked of damp stone, rust, and the metallic tang of blood. Torin hung from the wall, wrists shackled high above his head in iron manacles reinforced with silver threads. The arrow wound in his shoulder throbbed, crusted over but not healing, the poison still leaching into his system like slow venom. His body sagged, muscles aching from the strain, sweat tracing paths down his bare chest where rogues had stripped him to the waist. Every breath pulled at the gash, but the real torment was the emptiness gnawing at him—the bond, frayed but insistent, whispering Lyra's name in his blood.Footsteps echoed down the corridor, sharp and deliberate. The cell door creaked open, and there she was, framed in the torchlight. Lyra stepped inside, her bone wings tucked tight against her back, violet eyes scanning him with a mix of resolve and something darker. She wore the rogue leathers now, fitted tight to her curves, the material hugging her hips and thighs. Malachi lingere
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The chains bit into Torin's skin, silver searing like hot irons wherever they touched. He bucked against them, muscles straining, veins bulging in his neck as he roared. The pain fueled his rage, sharpening his senses to the figures above. Lyra—his Lyra—stood there, her form silhouetted against the dim sky, that cursed violet glow pulsing in her eyes. And beside her, Malachi, his hand clamped on her shoulder like he owned her."You traitorous bitch," Torin spat, twisting his head to glare up at her. Blood trickled from where the chains had torn flesh on his arms, but the real agony twisted deeper, in his chest where the bond throbbed. Her scent hit him full force now—sweat-slicked skin, the sharp tang of her power, and underneath it all, the faint, intoxicating musk of her desire. It clawed at him, making his cock harden despite the burn, pressing against the cold ground.Lyra's face was a mask of cold fury, but her eyes betrayed her—flickering with something raw, conflicted. She nock
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Torin's claws scraped gouges into the wooden floor of the Oracle's hut as he paced, the air thick with the scent of burning sage and his own mounting rage. The old woman's words clawed at his mind: If another male claims her, you die. The bond's fracture already gnawed at him like a festering wound, every heartbeat a reminder of Lyra's absence. Her scent lingered in his nostrils—wild jasmine and storm rain—mixed now with phantom traces of her arousal from the night before, the echo of his fevered release haunting him.He couldn't stay. The pack watched him warily, whispers of weakness spreading like wildfire. Elias, his beta, had tried to intervene, gripping his shoulder with a firm hand. "Alpha, wait. Rally the enforcers. We go together."Torin snarled, shoving him back hard enough to send Elias stumbling into the wall. "No. She's mine. I end this now." His voice cracked, raw with the beast clawing to surface. Fur bristled along his arms, eyes shifting to molten gold. The rejection h
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Lyra's eyes snapped open to the dim glow of dawn seeping through the tent's rough canvas. Her body hummed with residual fire, the ghost of Torin's release still pulsing in her veins like an unwelcome intruder. She shifted on the hides, thighs sticky, and pressed her palm against her lower belly to quell the insistent throb. The air in the rogue camp carried the scent of damp earth and smoke from distant fires, but it did little to ground her. Malachi's presence loomed even in his absence, his earlier words echoing: Violet Wolf. Mine to wield.Footsteps crunched outside, heavy and deliberate. The flap lifted, and Malachi ducked inside, his massive frame filling the space. Towering over her at nearly seven feet, his body was a map of scars and sinew, black hair tied back to reveal sharp cheekbones and eyes like polished obsidian. He wore only loose pants of hide, his bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat from whatever predawn exertions he'd been about. In his hand, he held a s
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Torin's boots dragged through the mud as he staggered back to the pack house, the storm's fury mirroring the chaos ripping through his gut. The rejection ritual's echo still thrummed in his veins, a hollow ache where the mate bond had snapped like a brittle twig. Rain lashed his scarred face, soaking his fur-trimmed cloak until it clung heavy to his broad shoulders. His wolves flanked him, enforcers casting wary glances, their loyalty frayed by the alpha's uncharacteristic tremor.He burst through the heavy oak doors, shoving aside betas who scattered like leaves. The great hall's fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on stone walls hung with pelts and weapons. Torin collapsed into his throne-like chair at the head table, claws gouging the armrests as nausea surged. Sweat beaded on his brow despite the chill seeping from the storm. The bond's severance clawed at him—physical, visceral—like acid eating his insides. He'd rejected her to strengthen the pack, to claim Zara's cunning a
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The water dragged Lyra under like a thousand grasping hands, churning her body through the frothing chaos of Devil's Throat. She twisted and kicked, lungs burning as the current battered her against rocks that scraped her skin raw. Bubbles exploded from her mouth in a silent scream, her violet eyes wide in the murky depths. The severed bond pulsed with phantom pain, but that inner fire flared hotter, wrapping around her like a shield. It dulled the edges of the cold, pushed oxygen into her starving cells just long enough.She surfaced once, gasping, only to be slammed back down. The waterfall's roar faded into a distant thunder as the river spat her out into a wider, slower flow. Branches clawed at her dress, tearing strips from the already ragged fabric, exposing flashes of pale thigh and the curve of her breast. Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips.Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank
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