All Chapters of My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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153 I’m A Whore

Irina He reached around my waist. His massive hand grabbed my throat. He didn't choke me, but his thick fingers wrapped completely around my neck, holding my head up. He forced me to keep looking down at the courtyard. "Watch them," he ordered, his voice strained and heavy. "Watch then fuck as I fuck you." I watched a northern woman get pinned to a wooden table right below us. She was screaming, her back arched as a massive man pounded into her. I felt the exact same heavy, brutal thrusts tearing through my own body. "You like this," he taunted, his hips snapping forward so fast like they were made of elastic. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding grew louder, syncing perfectly with the heavy drums. "You like to be fucked like an animal. You want to be used." "Yes," I sobbed, completely abandoning any shred of pride. I thrust my hips backward, desperately meeting his rhythm, trying to take him even deeper. "Don't stop. Please." The friction inside me was building into

154 What’s Going On?

IrinaThere is nothing quite like the sting of sub-zero air hitting a pussy that is still dripping with another man's come.The mutt didn’t say a word as he unpinned me from the stone railing. He didn’t offer a hand or a cloak. He just buckled his belt, spared me one last look that felt like he was checking a piece of meat for spoilage, and vanished back into the shadows of the keep.I stood there shivering, clutching the shredded remains of my crimson silk to my chest. The adrenaline was draining out, replaced by the freezing reality of the northern night. My legs felt like they were made of wet straw. I looked down at the courtyard. The drums were still thumping, and people were still rutting in the snow like animals, but the heat was gone for me.“Pathetic,” I hissed into the dark.I wasn't talking about the wolves. I was thinking about Torin. It was his fault I was out here. If he weren’t such a fumbling, soft-handed coward, he would have satisfied me in the room. He’d left me sta

155 Death Almost

Moments beforeTorinNothing makes you feel like a piece of shit quite like the taste of your own blood mixing with the smell of horse piss.The blow from Yvara didn't just hurt; it was a revelation. I had spent my entire life around Southern men who threw slaps like children or fought with the polite precision of a fencing match. A Northern punch is different. It’s heavy, blunt, and it carries the weight of a woman who spends her mornings breaking granite with her bare hands.My left eye was already swelling shut, a hot, throbbing lump of meat that felt like it was going to burst out of my skull. I hit the dirt hard, my breath leaving me in a pathetic, wet wheeze. The stables were dark, lit only by a single flickering lantern that cast long, predatory shadows against the wooden stalls."Get up, Lord Torin," Yvara rasped.She wasn't even breathing hard. She stood over me, looking down at my rumpled velvet doublet with the kind of bored expression a farmer gives a piece of rotting frui

156 I Understand

TorinA shadow fell over me. Yvara appeared above me, looking down with that same predatory smile."You aren't a very smart person, are you, Torin?" she asked. "How the hell did you get close to the King? Did you just flatter him until he got tired of listening to you?"She sighed and came low. She grabbed me by the collar of my velvet doublet, her fingers twisting in the expensive fabric. She pulled me up effortlessly until I was sitting, my back against the wooden partition. She didn't even break a sweat."I already told you what Irina did," Yvara said, her voice dropping to a low, lethal hum. "Around here, black magic is strictly prohibited. Especially the kind of strong, filthy witchcraft your Queen was using."She laughed, a short, sharp sound."If anyone—even a child in this keep—found out there was a witch among us, she would be killed before she could draw her next breath," Yvara said. "We don't tolerate that rot in the North."She leaned in closer, her face inches from mine.

157 Hypocrite

TorinNothing makes a man feel smaller than another man’s scent hanging off the woman he just finished crying over.I was still on my knees, my left eye a hot, throbbing lump of purple meat that felt like it was going to slide off my cheekbone. Every breath was a wheezing struggle through a nose that had been flattened by Yvara’s fist. The metallic tang of my own blood was thick in my mouth, but the smell in the room was worse. It was the scent of the North—pine, cold iron, and the sharp, musky reek of a man who had just finished pounding the southern rot out of the Queen.Irina stood in the doorway, clutching the shredded ruins of her crimson silk. She looked like a mess, but she still had that same arrogant tilt to her chin that used to make me want to worship her. Now, it just made me want to vomit."Irina..." I wheezed, blood bubbling from my nose. "Where were you? What have you done?".She didn't even look at me. Not really. She was looking at the knife Yvara had pressed against m

158 Do You Want Me To Kill You?

Torin"It's fine," Yvara said, waving her hand dismissively. "It was a night of free will. The Kael'drak doesn't judge a bitch in heat. I’m not going to spill anything to anyone about what happened out there. However... I can only speak for myself".Irina frowned, her brow furrowing.“What do you—”She paused, a bead of sweat breaking out on her forehead."Is... is Sera aware?" Irina stuttered.Yvara shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not."Irina started to protest again, but Yvara cut her off."Your guards have been held in the lower barracks, Irina," Yvara stated flatly. "No one is coming to save you in this room. It was your own fault for sending them away so you could fuck this powdered idiot in peace".Irina’s throat bubbled as she swallowed. "Are you threatening me?"Yvara slowly shook her head. "I am just stating facts. We just need to be compliant with each other. Just play along, and everyone can leave this room happy. Including your naughty little man right here"."What d

159 No!

Torin"Do you want me to kill you?"Irina stared at her. Her stoic expression was finally breaking."I would be very happy to slit your throat, throw your body out into the snow, and wait for Aldric's wrath," Yvara said with a nasty smirk. "But you don't want to die. You're a hypocrite. You’d do anything to preserve yourself, including killing your little pet here and selling off your own daughter".Yvara leaned in until their noses almost touched. "You don't want to die. And I can kill you. So please tell me where the damn Totem is".Irina was quiet. She looked at me, then back at Yvara. I could hear her heart picking up from where I sat—a frantic, rhythmic thump-thump-thump that matched the drums in the yard. She was genuinely panicking now.She started to shake her head, her voice stuttering. "There is... there is no Totem...".Yvara stared at her for a long beat, then sighed. She cursed under her breath. "You fucking idiot."She looked over her shoulder toward the open door. "Kark

160 We Can’t Kill Her

SeraIt is fairly easy to make a plan. You sit in a warm room with a map or a bottle of ale, and you move people around in your head like wooden tiles on a strategy board. You say, “If she does this, we do that,” and it sounds clean. It sounds professional. But the execution? The execution is a different ball game entirely. It’s messy. It’s loud. And more often than not, the results are covered in the kind of blood that doesn't just wash off with a bit of soap and a towel. I was struggling, my boots scuffing against the stone floor, while Fenris held me firmly against his chest. He was like a wall of heated iron and muscle, his arms wrapped around my middle so tight I could feel the individual links of his leather bracers pressing into my ribs. I tried to pull away, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my sternum, but he didn't budge. He just tucked my head under his chin, muffling my protests against the thick wool of his tunic. Just beside us was the heavy oak door

162 I Don’t Trust Her

Sera"We can't kill her."Yvara frowned, her lip curling. "She's a liability, Sera. She’s practiced dark magic that would get her burned even in the South. You saw what she did to Bram's face." "I know what she is," I shot back. "But you’re forgetting the Treaty. Valdris is powerful, Yvara. Killing the Queen is calling first blood. That means war. It means the treaty is over before the ink even dries. Pushing away an alliance like Valdris this early? It would be stupid." Yvara stared at me, her eyes like flint. "We all know Aldric doesn't have good intentions. We just don't know what those intentions are yet." "Yes, I know that," I responded, leaning over the table. "The fact that we’re aware of his games is exactly why we stay in them. We can’t be caught unawares if we’re part of the deal. Right now, we need the alliance. With the way you’re treading ground with the elders like Vane and Kael, it would be foolish to throw away a treaty with the South. We need that buffer." Yvara’s

163 Trust Them

Sera“I don’t trust her.”I looked out into the yard. "I know. It’s a problem. I don't trust her, Mina. She only cares about her own preservation. I need a way to make her untouchable, something to own her so she can't trade me away again if the wind changes" "You could use the Lord," Mina suggested, shrugging her shoulders. "Spread the word about the affair. Make them the laughing stock of the keep."I shook my head. "Rumors aren't enough. Not in the South. My mother is a survivor; she'd just say I was making up stories, and my father wouldn't care as long as the borders are quiet. I need something real. I need proof."Mina went quiet for a long moment, watching the snow drift past the balcony. "A blackmail?"I stared at her. The word felt dirty, heavy, but it fit perfectly into the void I was trying to fill. "Yes. That’s what it is. A blackmail."Mina digested that, her brow furrowing as she looked back at me. "Why do you need her under your thumb so bad, Sera? She’s your blood.""

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