Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Rejected Goddess: Carrying the World Ender: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 16

Torin's chains clanked against the cavern floor as Malachi's enforcers dragged him through the twisting tunnels, his naked body scraped raw by jagged rock. Blood from the blade nick at his throat dripped steadily, mixing with the sweat and grime caking his skin. Rage boiled in his veins, hotter than the bond's fire, fueling every snarl that ripped from his throat. Lyra's scent lingered on him—her pussy's slick heat, the salt of her tears—but it twisted into torment, knowing Malachi's hands had groped her breasts, his cock pressed against her ass. The Oracle's curse echoed in his skull: another male's touch on her would end him. But Malachi hadn't fucked her yet. Not fully. That slim mercy kept Torin's heart pounding, even as fists battered his ribs and boots kicked his legs out from under him.They hauled him to a rusted cage at the tunnel's end, shoving him inside with a final punch to the gut that doubled him over, gasping. The door slammed shut, locks grinding into place. Through t

The rogue tide crashed against the pack's remnants like a black wave, swallowing screams and splintering bone. Torin staggered to his feet in the blood-soaked mud, ribs throbbing from Malachi's boot, arm hanging limp where the blade had carved deep. Elias's chains rattled in the distance, his brother's curses fading under the roar of battle. Rogues swarmed the village core, dragging she-wolves by the hair, ripping clothes to expose pale skin before plunging cocks into them amid the carnage. One brute pinned a fighter face-down, thrusting hard into her ass while his axe cleaved another's skull, cum mixing with gore on the ground.Torin snarled, forcing his body to move, claws scraping dirt as he charged a cluster of invaders. His fist crushed a rogue's windpipe, the man gurgling as he dropped, piss streaming from his dying body. Another swung a mace, but Torin ducked, ramming his shoulder into the attacker's gut, lifting him off the ground and slamming him down. The rogue's spine crack

The healer's den wrapped them in quiet intimacy, the air heavy with the scent of dried lavender and Lyra's skin. Torin lay beside her on the wide pallet, her body curled into his side, one leg thrown over his thigh. She traced idle patterns on his chest through his shirt, fingers dipping under the fabric to feel the hard ridges of his muscles. Her violet eyes held a softness he'd almost forgotten, the kind from before the storm—the rejection, the blood, the wars. She believed they were whole, mated in bliss, and the lie tasted like ash on his tongue.'Torin,' she whispered, shifting closer, her breasts pressing against his arm. The thin shift clung to her curves, nipples hardening into peaks as the cool air brushed her. 'I need you. It's been too long.' Her hand slid lower, palm flattening over his abdomen, then lower still, cupping the bulge in his leathers. He hardened instantly under her touch, cock thickening as blood rushed south.He captured her wrist gently, thumb stroking the