All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“No,” Baevera breathed.I paused. “What?”“No. No, no, no.” She shook her head, muttering the words to herself. She wasn’t even looking at me.Alaric frowned. “Are you alright?”“No,” her voice climbed, breath turning erratic. She backed into the door, pressing herself against it. “I cannot. I cannot—”Alaric and I exchanged a glance.Suddenly, she rushed forward and seized my hand. “Revandrel, please,” she cried, frantic, shaking her head violently. “I don’t want to. I don’t want to—”“Baevera—”“No!” she screamed, panting. “I will not!”I did not understand this. “Why?”“I just do not want to.” She rubbed her arms as though chilled. “I do not want him here.”“What you want does not matter in this case,” I said firmly. “I made a deal, and I keep my word. Either you explain yourself, or you take your leave.”I moved to my chair and sat. “We also have business matters to discuss. He will be here regardless.”“Do not work with him,” she cried. “Never work with him, he is a monster! A de

LORD REVANDREL“What in the hell took you so long?” Alaric’s voice cut through the darkness as I stepped into my chambers. “It is well past midnight. I have not seen you drag a meeting this far into the night since… ever.”I shrugged out of my heavy robe. “There was much to cover. Exhausting, but the returns will be worth it in the long run.”“And it could not have waited until morning?” He studied me with those ever-suspicious eyes.The muscle in my jaw tightened. “What?”He crossed the room in three easy strides and nudged my shoulder. “You are sure you were not keeping him occupied on purpose? Just so he would have less time to spend with Vera?”“Get the fuck out of here,” I growled, shoving him aside.He laughed. “Easy, do not bite my head off. I was only joking.”“You pick the worst moments to jest." I shoved the robe into the wardrobe with more force than necessary. "It’s past midnight. I have no patience left for your nonsense.” Turning, I stalked away from him toward the deep

I made sure to use every strength I could muster, the crack of it really loud.His head snapped to the side, blood coming out at the corner of his mouth.The shock in his eyes felt good. Oh...that smear of red was satisfying.“You struck me?” His eyes was wide with disbelief.“Revandrel calls himself a monster,” I spat, “but he is an angel. A wounded, scarred and vengeful one. You are the real monster, Yesta.”His hand lashed out faster than sight, and his fingers twisted into my hair.Pain exploded across my scalp as he yanked my head back. Silence fell, broken only by our harsh breathing.“Look at you,” he sneered, face inches from mine. “playing the righteous martyr. Who was it that summoned us in the first place? Who complained about the gold-digging mother and her whelp come to replace her dead mother?” His grip tautened until fresh pain flared. “Who set us on him, then turned away while we amused ourselves? You laughed when he wept. Kissed Thorian while we hurt him. Mocked his s

Something twisted hard in my chest.Alaric’s gaze lifted to mine—full of questions neither of us could answer, questions mirrored in my own eyes.He looked back at her. “Hey… I only want to take you out of this room,” he said softly. “Let me help.”He tried again to touch her, tentative.She pressed harder into the headboard, shrinking, as though she could disappear into the wood.Protect.“Step back,” I moved forward. “I will take her.”Alaric caught my wrist. “I do not think that is wise, Revan. We should call Sesora.”“She will let me,” I did not know that for certain, yet something inside me insisted. My hand itched with the need to reach her. “Move, Alaric. I will not hurt her. I swear it.”He hesitated, shaking his head even as he shifted aside.“I do not think you would,” he said carefully. “But she does not know that. You may be the last person she wants near her—”“Baevera, can you hear me?” I sat on the edge of the bed, leaving distance between us. I rested my hand lightly o

The presentJOLANI waited for my carriage, seething under the shadowed branches.Breath burned my lungs as I drew hard on the smoke clenched between my fingers, so angry it reached all the way into my bones.Little Evan.Fucking little Evan, the stammering, broken thing from yesterday, had dared to restrict me from what was mine. Dared to subdue me with his pheromones.With a snarl, I spun and drove my fist into the rough bark of the tree.Pain flared across my knuckles, but it felt good.My carriage rolled in, the guard leaping down at once. “After you, my lord.”I climbed inside, dropping onto the seat as the carriage lurched forward.Why would Evan care what happened in that chamber?I had counted on his hatred, on the pure, burning rage he carried all these centuries for her, for all of us. I had never anticipated that.“Where to, my lord?” the carriage rider asked.“Back to the estate,” I snapped.Baevera was mine.I had earned her. Worked hard for her. Worked hard on her.After