บททั้งหมดของ Master of Justice, Slave to Desire: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Aliana’s POVSomething woke me!I couldn’t describe the feeling, but it felt like a cold breeze suddenly washed over me, turning me cold from the inside out. I tried to move, to see what was amiss--- but instantly regretted it!Oh boy, did that god do a number on me!My whole body was aching, the soreness a reminder of what had happened only hours before. My legs felt like lead, the lingering warmth there making heat curl low in my belly. My skin still tingled with the ghost of his touch, and my body still remembered the weight of him hovering over me as he thrust inside me over and over again. Then there was the fire he had started deep in my veins until I’d burned alive in his arms…Without thinking, I reached out for him--- only to find him gone!Once more, I felt that cold feeling wash over me; the cold sheets beside me felt like a betrayal. It didn’t make any sense! I didn’t love him--- hell, I’d barely known him for a freaking day! Yet, my chest ached with a sudden, startling de

Aliana’s POV“You’re little--- what now?!”I gaped up at him, wondering if I’d heard him correctly. Sure, I knew in theory what a Muse was – if I didn’t, my father would be thoroughly disappointed in me.I mean more than he already was…In Greek mythology, the Muses were the nine goddesses of the arts, literature, and sciences. They were the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, aka Memory. Zeus, of course, was the ruler of all the gods on Mount Olympus, the God of the Sky and Thunder.Oh, and a womanizer, but that wasn’t an official title back then. Mnemosyne was a Titan Goddess, the daughter of Gaia and Uranus – the earth and sky – and was the embodiment of both individual and collective memory, serving as the source of knowledge, truth, and intellectual inspiration.So thank you for that, I guess?The nine muses suppose

Aliana’s POVMy eyes slowly fluttered open, the sunlight gleaming in through the specks in the curtains. I blinked, wondering why I’d slept so long. Sure, it was the weekend, but usually I woke up early, being one of the only early-birders in my friend group.But then again, why was my bed so soft?Where was the smell of wood, bad coffee, and cheap alcohol that always flowed up into my bunk bed? I lived in a small studio apartment with two other girls, so the space was cramped. I and Evangeline – or just Lin – had the bunk bed while Hannah slept on the couch.It was the weekend, right?We always went a little too hard on the weekends. Which was probably why my body felt utterly spent. But why didn’t I have a headache? And why were these sheets so soft?I sighed in content, digging in deeper as I didn’t want to lose this wonderful, wonderful feeling. The soft sheets cocoon

Aliana’s POV“WHAT?!”My voice cracked through the chamber, echoing off the onyx stone. I scrambled upright, clutching the sheets around me, and stared at him in horror.Did he just say “prisoner of war”?!But Ani only looked at me, entirely at ease. His crimson eyes glowing faintly with some secret fire, as though nothing he had said was shocking at all…For a long time, I just stared at him.The words echoed in my mind, colliding with everything I believed in. Prisoner of war! Wasn’t that an outdated and barbaric concept? Hell, I didn’t even know where to begin with that. What the hell did I even say when I’d just slept with a horned primordial being who kept the Goddess of Night on a leash?It was just absurd!Although he didn’t seem all that bothered about it, he still must have seen the swirl of confusion on my

Aliana’s POVAfter finally escaping the bedroom, Ani pulled me out into the hallways that, in the daylight, looked just as magical and enchanted as they did at night. Despite the dark colors of the onyx rock, the rays of day seemed to enhance the silver veins, casting a warm glow across the floor. Sunlight poured through tall windows framed in climbing ivy, flooding the long stone corridor with gold. I’d never thought a castle could feel so--- alive!The air itself shimmered, humming with unseen energy…The horned beast led me through winding hallways and finally opened a door, and the scent of something sweet and citrusy pulled me out of my daze of amazement. If I’d expected a gloomy, Gothic space to match the castle, I was wrong! It was bright and airy, walls tiled in obsidian and gold, counters carved from onyx that caught and fractured the sunlight, spreading it evenly and warmly throughout the room. Before