All Chapters of My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SeraWe walked out of the room and headed down the long, winding stone corridors toward the lower levels. The keep was slowly waking up. The distant sounds of armor clanking and servants shouting echoed up the stairwells. I kept my pace steady, walking right beside Mina.We turned a sharp corner near the guest quarters.I caught the smell before I saw the person. It was the heavy, cloying scent of my mother’s expensive perfume, mixed directly with the sharp, acidic stench of fresh sweat and…Sex.Lord Torin stepped out of my mother's quarters right in front of us.He was actively pulling his collar straight, looking down at his boots. He almost walked directly into my chest.Torin stumbled backward, his leather boots slipping slightly on the stone floor. He looked up. When he saw me standing there, the blood completely drained from his face. He knew exactly what I had caught them doing yesterday. He had just been fucking the Queen again. I could smell my mother all over him.Then, he

Sera"Let's get out of here,"The heavy kitchen doors swung open before we could take two steps.The remaining noise in the room completely evaporated. The crackling fires were the only sound left.Fenris walked in.He wore the same grey shirt from last night. His dark hair was messy, his jaw set in a hard, unforgiving line. He didn't scan the room. He didn't acknowledge the cooks backing away from the tables. He walked with heavy, purposeful strides directly toward me.Mina took a quick step backward, giving him space.Fenris stopped in front of me. He looked down at my hand holding the cheese. The knuckles were rapidly turning a deep, angry shade of plum. The skin over the middle joint was split wide open, the blood drying into a dark crust.He looked like a tired warlord dealing with a mess."Put the food down," Fenris said. His voice was a low, rough gravel.I set the cheese back in the wooden bowl.He reached out, wrapped his large fingers gently around my uninjured wrist, and tur

Fenris“Are you calling my mate a liar?”Torin shook visibly, unable to maintain eye contact. "She told me you brought up Blackwater," I continued, ignoring his interruption completely. "She told me you used her ex to try and break her down. You told her I was going to use her and throw her aside.""It was a political conversation," Torin spat defensively. He shifted on the cot, trying to put a few more inches of space between us. "She took offense to a hard truth. That does not give her the right to shatter my face."I reached down and grabbed the front of his silk shirt.I twisted the fabric tightly in my fist, forcing him to lean forward until his ruined face was inches from mine. He gasped, his hands flying up to grip my wrist, but his soft fingers had absolutely no strength."You think you understand how this world works because you whisper in a King's ear," I told him, dropping my voice to a rough, vibrating gravel. "You look at her and you see a victim. You think because she to

LyraWe slipped out of my bedroom. The castle corridors were dim and silent, the stone walls lined with the painted portraits of my ancestors. I hated looking at them. They all had the exact same cold, calculating eyes my father had.We moved quickly, keeping our footsteps light. We bypassed the main stairwell and took the narrow servant stairs down to the west wing.We reached the heavy double doors of my father's study. I gripped the brass handle and pushed. It gave way silently. My father was so arrogant he never bothered locking his own doors. He truly believed no one in Valdris possessed the spine to cross his threshold without an invitation.We stepped inside, and I pushed the doors shut until the latch clicked.The study smelled heavily of old parchment, expensive tobacco, and lemon oil. It was massive. The walls were lined floor-to-ceiling with leather-bound books. A huge, polished mahogany desk sat dead in the center of the room, covered in rolled-up maps, wax seals, and stack

LyraThe voice didn't belong to Nadia. It didn't belong to me. It came from the metallic object resting directly behind my hip.Nadia froze. She pulled her mouth away from me and yanked her fingers out of my body. She stood up quickly, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with absolute terror.The sudden loss of friction felt like a bucket of ice water over my head. I scrambled backward on the desk, pulling my knees up to my bare chest.I looked over my shoulder. It was a heavy brass communication box. It ran on specialized recording crystals, designed to capture and playback long-distance audio messages from allied courts. When I pushed my hips back, I had knocked the large iron playback lever on the side downward."It's me," the female voice from the brass box continued. The audio was slightly grainy, carrying the faint static of the crystal, but the desperation in the tone was perfectly clear. "You need to answer me. You promised you would