《My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian 》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

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 star

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. I

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 do

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

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.""B