All Chapters of His Sex Slave : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The words had barely left my mouth before the compound erupted into motion around us, guards scrambling toward the perimeter walls, Andy and Matthias appearing from opposite directions at once, both already armed, both wearing the same grim readiness I'd come to recognize as the household's answer to crisis."What do you mean, your sister brought company," Ethan said, a pistol already in hand, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that demanded a fuller answer than the fragment I'd given him."I don't know for certain," I admitted. "But she said she'd find me whenever I needed her. If she's been watching this compound, if she knows what happened tonight, she might have decided I need protecting whether I asked for it or not.""Or," Matthias said grimly, jogging up to join us, checking the magazine of his own weapon, "whoever trained her to move the way she does taught her to bring backup when negotiations don't go the way she planned.""She wasn'

"I'm fine," Ethan said again, but his voice had gone tighter now, strained around the edges in a way that told me he was fighting something with everything he had."You're not," Mira said, taking a careful step back, her eyes fixed on him with the same clinical assessment she'd shown at the ruins. "Selene, you should—""I know what to do," I said, cutting her off, refusing to let panic override the one thing I'd already learned worked. I stepped closer to Ethan instead of away, ignoring the way Andy tensed beside me, ready to pull me back if things went wrong."Ethan," I said, keeping my voice low, steady. "Look at me."His eyes found mine, gold bleeding further now, though something in the effort of holding my gaze seemed to cost him less than it had the first time I'd watched this happen. His jaw was clenched hard enough that a muscle jumped visibly along it, his hands curled at his sides, not yet clawed, but close."I don't want you to

Time seemed to stretch and compress all at once, Greta's hands moving in steady, practiced rhythm against Ethan's chest, counting under her breath, Andy holding my shoulders back when I tried to lunge forward, Matthias shouting orders at guards scrambling to bring supplies from the compound's small medical bay."You have to fix this," I said again, turning on Mira with a fury that had burned through every trace of grief and left only something sharp and desperate behind. "You did this to him. You know what you did. Undo it.""I can't simply undo it," Mira said, her composure fully gone now, real fear evident in every line of her face. "Severing a bond isn't like flipping a switch, Selene. I initiated the process remotely, through a ritual object I planted weeks ago, before I ever showed myself to you. I didn't expect the bond to already be strong enough to fight back this violently.""A ritual object," I repeated, disgusted. "Planted where.""It d

The pain didn't fade so much as transform, sharpening into something that felt less like tearing and more like being rewritten from the inside out. When it finally stopped, I opened my eyes to find Mira crouched over me, pale and shaken, Ethan already on the floor beside me despite Greta's protests, his hands cupping my face."The bond didn't sever," Mira said slowly, staring at the now-dark stone. "It merged. Completely. Whatever connection existed before, it's fixed now. Permanent, in a way I've never seen described happening this fast.""Is that dangerous," Ethan asked, not looking away from me."I don't know yet," Mira admitted. "But it means the Warden no longer needs consent, or even consciousness, from either of you. Just proximity. The bond alone is the mechanism now."The horror of it settled slowly. Every defense we'd built, suddenly insufficient."I want you gone," I told Mira finally, exhaustion and fury both thick in my voice

The property looked exactly as forgotten as its deed history suggested, overgrown fields giving way to dense treeline, the narrow dirt road leading in barely visible beneath years of unchecked grass and fallen branches. Ethan drove slowly, his knuckles pale against the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the landscape like he expected memory to surface at any moment despite the years since he'd last seen it."There," he said finally, pointing toward a weathered wooden structure half swallowed by ivy, tucked into a small clearing that felt deliberately hidden even from a road nobody used anymore. "That's the old hunting lodge. I remember this part, at least. My father brought me here once when I was maybe nine. He never explained why. I assumed at the time it was simply about teaching me to shoot.""Do you remember anything else," I asked, watching his face carefully as the memory clearly resurfaced with more weight than he'd expected."Only that he seemed different here," Ethan admitted