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Her beautiful eyes scan me from top and bottom and I raise my brow. " I didn't say otherwise. Now did I?" Her cheeks taint red in embarrassment. Her eyes light up like a firecracker and she takes my hoodie hanging from my fingers rather too enthusiastically. " I don't know how to thank you. " " Then don't. I wasn't here to save you anyway" My cold voice killed her enthusiasm. But only for a second. She rebounded. With more energy than the damn sun. " But you did! And it was so cool! The way you aimed that knife, I won't lie. For a second I thought I was going to die. The knife was just inches away from my face." "And oh boy I can never forget that look on their faces. It was like they saw a ghost. But what I didn't understand is why they were so scared of you?" " Do you know them?" I wanted to roll my eyes at her question. Everyone knows me, but not as a hero. I bet if she knew who I was, she would be running to the hills rather than chatting around with me like we we

His gray eyes darkened instantly, the calm sea of his expression churning into a violent storm. The corners of his lips tugged into a smirk—not one of amusement, but something far more dangerous. Predatory. I barely managed a step back before his hand shot out, gripping my wrist with enough force to make my breath hitch. His touch burned, searing into my skin like a brand. “Language, dewdrop,” he drawled, his voice low and edged with menace, sending a ripple of unease down my spine. “I’ll let it slide… for now. We’ve only just met, after all. But you won’t be this lucky next time.” I jerked my wrist, trying to break free, but his grip tightened as he yanked me closer. Our bodies nearly collided, and the air between us thickened with something raw, electric, and utterly terrifying. “Let me go! Who are you even?” I hissed, my voice weaker than I intended. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, and my trembling hands betrayed me. His other hand brushed over my jaw, tilting my face

The room felt colder without his coat, the air thick with tension as his words hung between us. "Take it slow," I had said, hoping to temper the storm brewing within him. But all I managed to do was ignite it further. Before I could even process his reaction, he had me spun around, my back slammed onto the unyielding surface of his desk. My breath hitched as his strong hands gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, leaving me helpless beneath his towering presence. Our eyes clashed, his a stormy sea of possession and fire, mine wide with trepidation. “Don’t tell me what to do, Dewdrop,” he growled, his voice dripping with authority. “Fast or slow, rough or soft, pleasing or depriving—it's for me to decide.” Fear coiled in my chest, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I had once known—the kind that left me feeling small and broken. This fear was... different. It was dangerous, yes, but it stirred something within me that shouldn’t have been awakened. My neglected body betra

The air between us was thick, heavy with tension and the unspoken truth hanging over my head. He had stopped thrusting, his eyes boring into mine as if he could unearth every secret I had ever buried. The silence was deafening, his body still pressed against mine. Then, out of nowhere, his voice cut through the quiet, low and sharp. "Do you love someone else?" he asked, his words slicing into me like a blade. "Is he the one you gave your first time to?" The stillness of his tone sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn’t help but wonder—what would he do if I said yes? Adultery under the Royal Penal Code was a crime that could be punished by banishment—or worse. For unmated females, the laws were cruel. Until the age of thirty, they were forbidden from being with anyone other than their mate. Past thirty, they could choose whomever they wished. But men? No such restrictions bound them. Even so, the King had waited. Thirty years. He waited for Emerald. "I..." My voice faltered

Six months had passed in a blur, and today was the day. The day I would tell him my decision. My bags were packed, neatly stacked in the corner of the room. When I arrived here, I had nothing—just a broken spirit and empty hands. Now, I was leaving with more than clothes in my suitcase. I was leaving with a lifetime of memories, ones that I would carry like whispers of warmth in the cold void I was returning to. The knock came, soft but firm, breaking the silence. My heart clenched as the door opened, and there he stood. Zachary. His eyes fell on the packed bags. I watched as his shoulders tensed, his hands clenched into fists, and his expression dulled. That light in his gaze—the one that always made me feel seen, safe—was gone. It felt like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t explain the emptiness that gripped me. I had planned for this day, rehearsed it a thousand times in my mind. But now, standing before him, my resolve wavered. “Let me, Dewdrop.” His voice was calm, but the stra