All Chapters of My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sera"Get your heavy leg off my windpipe," I rasped, slapping blindly at the solid weight crushing my throat.Mina let out a low, miserable groan. She shifted, her bare leg dragging roughly across my neck before dropping heavily onto the mattress between us. The sunlight stabbing through the high windows felt like a physical weapon aimed directly at my retinas. My mouth tasted like old copper and fermented regret.I pushed myself up on my elbows, the room spinning slightly. I looked down at Mina. She was sprawled on her back, completely naked, one arm thrown over her eyes to block the light."My brain is bleeding," Mina mumbled."That's what happens when you smoke an old woman's pipe weed and chase it with four kegs of dark ale," I said, rubbing the tight muscles at the back of my neck.I looked around the room. The fire had burned down to white ash. My clothes from last night were folded neatly on a chair. I looked down at my own body, currently stripped bare under the heavy furs. The

SeraShe went completely still. Staring blankly at the wall, it looked exactly like Mina had just traveled back in time.I didn't move. I didn't reach out to touch her. I just sat there and stared, not knowing exactly how to react to the sudden, heavy shift in the room. Slow, silent tears started to well in Mina's eyes, catching the morning light. My heart physically ached watching her. My breathing quickened."Mina," I called softly, shifting closer to her on the mattress.Mina exhaled a shaky breath and shook her head, snapping out of the trance."I was six years old when she died," Mina said. Her shoulders began to shake visibly. "Growing up, my mother had absolutely hated how the Northerners sounded. She hated their barbaric ways. She hated their harsh, guttural accents. So she did everything in her power to preserve mine. She taught me every single day. She only spoke to me in the Southern tongue."I nodded slowly. That was why. When I had first arrived in the North, I immediately

Sera"Are you going to be sick, child?"I kept my eyes locked on the stone wall directly in front of me. "I am perfectly fine."The old woman let out a dry, rattling hum that vibrated in her chest. She stood behind me, her rough, calloused hands smoothing the dark fabric down my waist. "You don’t have to lie child."I didn't answer her. I couldn't. If I opened my mouth again, the weird, heavy welling in the bottom of my stomach might actually crawl up my throat.This was the same woman who had presented the black dress for the cermony. She was here now in my room to get me ready. But I wasn’t feeling ready.Mina stood off to the side, holding a wooden box of silver pins. She looked at me, her brow furrowing slightly, and then quickly looked away, digging her fingers into the box. Mina wasn't scared about how the event would go. To her, this was a straightforward fact: I was getting married to the Alpha.But my head was spinning.Three years ago, it had been my absolute mission to make

SeraHis eyes immediately dropped from my face. He looked at the deep plunge of the dress, his gaze tracing the exposed swell of my breasts. He looked at the three thin silver chains holding the sides of the fabric together, exposing my bare ribs and hips. His eyes dragged down to the massive slits in the skirt, staring openly at my bare thighs.The muscle in his jaw ticked violently. The raw, unfiltered hunger in his stare made my stomach clench. A sudden, heavy rush of heat pooled directly between my legs, entirely defying the freezing northern air biting at my skin. Before he could reach for me, the oldest elder in the circle stood up from his heavy wooden chair. He held a long, curved iron blade in his right hand. The metal was dark, pitted with age and stained from generations of use.He stepped up to the massive black stone altar directly beside us and raised his arms."Three hundred years ago, the Ironmaw pack faced the Winter of the Black Frost!" the elder shouted. His voice w

Fenris"Fuck me."She said it loud enough for the front rows to hear. The words cut sharp and clean through the freezing northern air. She reached down, her hands gripping the dark, heavy spider-wool of her dress right at the thigh slits. She didn't hesitate. She didn't look back to gauge my reaction. With one violent, completely unashamed motion, she pulled the entire garment straight up and bunched it tightly around her waist.Even with the cold outside, she didn't shiver. She didn't flinch. Her ass was completely bare. The pale, smooth skin of her thighs and cheeks stood out sharply against the black fabric gathered in her fists. She shifted her weight on the stone altar, adjusting her stance, and spread her legs just a fraction wider.It was a minute shift, but it was enough. From where I stood, right behind her, I had a clear, brutally unobstructed view. The slight parting of her thighs exposed the plump, pink lips of her cunt. I could see the damp shine of her wetness catching th