All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 131 - Chapter 136

Driving a blade through one throat, he yanked it free as the body crumpled, then buried it in another’s stomach. A third he beheaded in a single clean stroke. There was a brief clash of steel, before his sword sank into the next’s chest and stayed there.Then, he turned bare-handed to the next attacker, dodging each swing gracefully, as if he foresaw every move. His hand moved, doing something too fast for my eyes to follow. There was a twist. A crack of bone. The enemy dropped, head lolling at an unnatural angle.Gods, he was a warrior. Destruction in male form. Brutal, savage, beautiful in violence.They swarmed him like flies. He crushed them like insects.Seizing one attacker by the throat, he lifted the male overhead, and broke him across his knee with a snap before hurling the ruined body aside.My hand flew to my mouth as I watched in stunned fascination.Revandrel was winning.But more enemies poured from the surrounding bush, too many…flooding the road, encircling the small b

But I forced myself to move.Carefully, I eased my neck from the grip of his fangs, the wound on my throat open. Blood smeared his lips and chin.“Revandrel.” I shook his shoulder. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”No answer.I looked around, and spotted Fabian kneeling beside one of the fallen sentinels. I called his name, my voice hoarse. “Come. We need to move him.”“Yes, my lady.” He rose at once and hurried toward us.The sentinel shifted into his beast form and lifted Revandrel, before breaking into a run.To keep up his pace, I let my own beast rise as well, taking her shape while I run after them. I had no idea where Fabian was leading us, only that I could not fall behind.Sullen Lake lay some distance off, a small town scattered across wide, lonely land.After a while, he slowed, stopping before a gated house half-hidden by overgrown ivy. Striking the rusted lock with a claw, it gave with a groan, and the gate swung inward.We passed through.The house was small and old, i

LORD REVANDRELMy eyes opened to the ceiling beams, then moved to the narrow window where moonlight spilled through. The night was silent, only the soft chirr of crickets and the occasional sigh of wind through the eaves disturbed it.I felt… rested. Stronger. My mind was clearer than it had been in days.I simply laid there for a little while, listening to the quiet of the old house. Then slowly, I rose…The old mirror near the wall caught my attention. I crossed to it, leaning against the wall, and surveyed myself.The punctures were no longer swollen and angry. The flesh had begun to knit, red lines now sealed under new skin. They were healing. Fast.I left the room, making my way through the dim corridor to the small stream that ran behind the strange-looking small house, needing a nice bath. It would help me feel like something that still had life in him.At the stream, I eased into the water, hissing at the first shock of cold. But it was instantly soothing, washing away the las