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12 Royal is Royal

SeraMina didn’t stop talking. She moved around the room like a whirlwind, poking at the fire with a heavy iron rod, adjusting the stack of towels by the washbasin, and smoothing out a wrinkle in the bed furs."I made sure they brought the cedar-scented water," she said, glancing back at me with a grin. "And the fire’s been going since I heard the horses at the gate. I didn’t want you walking into a tomb. I’ve been waiting for this since we got word you were coming."I stayed by the door, my hands still clutching the heavy fur blanket around my shoulders. I was staring at her. There was something in the set of her eyes, the way her mouth curved when she talked. It felt like a memory I couldn't quite grab. It was so familiar it made my skin crawl."Who are you exactly?" I asked. My voice was scratchy, the northern cold still clinging to my throat.Mina froze for a fraction of a second. It was the look of someone caught with their hand in a jewelry box. She let out a short, forced laugh

13 The Red Trap

SeraWater dripped off my skin, pooling on the stone floor. I stood there, naked and shivering, despite the fire roaring in the hearth. I grabbed the dress from the bed.I’d seen it the moment Mina left, but holding it up was different. It was blood-red and made of a fabric so slick it felt like it was trying to slide out of my hands. It had thin, stringy spaghetti straps and a neckline that plunged so low it would barely cover my nipples. But the back was the real problem. There wasn't one. The fabric just... stopped. It was a long, open scoop that went all the way down to the tailbone.It was a dress meant for a red carpet or a high-end club in the South, not a stone fortress in the middle of a blizzard. It looked completely wrong against the heavy timber furniture and the raw, unpolished mountain walls."I can’t wear this," I muttered to the empty room.It wasn't a dress; it was a neon sign that said come fuck me. I dropped it back onto the furs and turned toward the massive wardro

14 The High Table

SeraThe hallway was warmer than I expected. The stone walls seemed to breathe heat, a low radiation that took the edge off the draft. It was a good thing, considering the dress Fenris had forced on me barely covered the essentials.Mina walked beside me, her boots clicking rhythmically on the floor. Every few steps, she’d reach over and dust a nonexistent speck from my shoulder or tug at the hem of the silk. She seemed obsessed with how I looked. Back in the room, when I’d finally pulled the dress on, her eyes had nearly popped out of her head.She’d circled me like a shark, checking every angle. "Look at that asss," she’d said, grinning with a blunt, dirty sort of amusement that felt more like a construction worker than a handmaid.I’d shifted, tugging the charcoal shawl tighter around my chest. Mina was strange. Her English was too clean, too precise. The warriors and even Fenris had that thick northern burr in their voices, but Mina spoke like she’d spent her life in a city or a s

15 The Conquest

SeraThe silence in the hall was heavy enough to choke on. I’d been too loud, and now every pair of eyes in the room was pinned on me. My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. I realized in that heartbeat that I’d just made a massive, impulsive mistake.Mina’s hand landed on my shoulder, her fingers squeezing hard through the shawl. I didn't look at her. I couldn't look away from the other tables. The warriors were staring, their expressions a mix of confusion and predatory amusement. Suddenly, the charcoal shawl felt like it was made of tissue paper. It wasn't covering anything.I looked at Fenris. He hadn't even flinched. He was still leaning back in that massive oak chair, casually flicking nuts into his mouth as if I hadn't just insulted him in front of his entire pack . My hand was shaking under the table, so I clamped it into a fist and shoved it against my thigh to keep it still.Does he even care?"Are you scared?"His voice was a low, vibrating rumble. It ha

16 The Feast

Sera"It’s getting pretty hot in here," Mina said.The shawl hit the floor before I could catch it. I immediately pulled my arms across my chest, hunched forward to hide the plunge of the neckline. Fenris’s eyes didn't just look at me; they felt like they were stripping away the last of the silk. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper."What... what was that for?" I stammered, looking at the floor.Mina didn't apologize. She stepped behind me, her hands heavy and firm on my shoulders. She forced me to straighten up, turning me so I was facing Fenris fully."We spent hours getting ready for tonight, didn't we, Sera?" Mina said. She spoke loudly, making sure her voice carried over the table to Fenris.I looked at her from the corner of my eye, my jaw tight. I wanted to shove her off, but her grip was like iron. For a maid, she was incredibly strong. I tried to pull away, but she leaned in, her breath hot."Shut up and stay in position," Mina hissed directly

17 Noise

SeraI pushed the heavy oak door open and marched into the room. Mina was right behind me, her boots clicking on the stone like a countdown. She didn't stop talking the second we crossed the threshold."What happened? Why did you leave? Was the turkey cold? I saw you stop eating. Did someone say something to you?" The questions came at me in a barrage, one after another, giving me no room to breathe.I didn't answer. I didn't even look at her. I walked straight to the bed and let my body go limp, falling face-first into the pile of furs. The fabric was cool against my skin, but it didn't help the buzzing in my head.I stayed like that, my face buried in the dark hair of whatever animal I was lying on. I couldn't stop thinking about the dinner. The moment I lost my appetite was still fresh. I’d been salivating over that turkey—the flavors were actually better than anything I'd had in the South. But then I’d looked at the others.They were eating like beasts. Fenris had ripped a lamb ap

18 Slip

SeraHis hand is heavy under the fabric of my dress, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. The pressure is blunt and possessive, sending a sharp, chemical rush straight to my brain. I’m back in Blackwater. The room is familiar, the air is warm, and Kane is hovering over me like he actually gives a damn. I want this. I want the way he’s looking at me, like he’s struggling to keep his dick in his pants.He pushes me back. My knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I’m forced to sit, looking up at him. He stands there, tall and dominant, his hands going to his waist. I hear the distinct metallic snick of his belt unbuckling. It’s torture. The sound echoes in the quiet room, and all I want to do is reach out, rip those pants down, and slide my mouth over him. I want to feel him moist under my tongue, to feel the way he quivers when I take him in."Fenris," I breathe.The name hits the air like a curse. My lungs seize, and I choke on my own saliva. The heat of the memory vanishes, repl

19 My Sister

SeraThe flush on my face was so hot I thought it might actually leave a burn. I didn't look at Fenris, but I could feel the space he took up in the room. The dream was still stuck in my head—the sound of his name coming out of my mouth like a prayer."I asked if you were okay," he repeated, his voice vibrating in the quiet.I pulled the furs up to my chin, trying to hide. "I’m fine. I just didn’t expect to wake up to someone watching me.""I was waiting for you to wake up," he said simply, as if sitting in a woman's bedroom in the middle of the night was a perfectly normal thing to do.I found my voice, sharpening it to hide the fact that my heart was still doing laps in my chest. "If you came here for the second act of that dinner performance, you can forget it. I’m not wearing that red trap again." I gestured toward the chair where the silk dress was probably crumpled. "You have a sick sense of humor, ordering a woman to dress like a whore just to sit at your table."Fenris went st

20 Step-Sister

SeraI woke up when a shaft of grey light hit my face. The fire had burned down to glowing chunks of orange, but the room was still warm enough that I didn't want to move. I lay there for a second, my mind immediately replaying Fenris on his knees, his massive hand wrapped around my foot. The memory made my skin itch.A sharp, rhythmic knocking at the door killed the silence. Before I could even tell them to go away, the latch clicked and Mina marched in.She was a blur of rust-colored wool and nervous energy. She didn't look at me at first; she went straight to the hearth and started poking at the embers. "Morning! You slept late. I was starting to think I’d have to pour the washwater over your head to get you moving."I sat up slowly, pushing the furs off my chest. I didn't say anything. I just watched her.Mina kept talking, her words coming out in a fast, practiced stream. "The kitchens are making those flat cakes today. You’ll like them. But more importantly, we’re heading to the

21 Call To The Spring

SeraI spent the first hour after kicking Mina out pacing the length of my room. The stone floor was cold, but I didn’t bother looking for shoes. My mind was a mess of sharp edges and half-finished thoughts. I kept coming back to the way Fenris had looked on his knees. He was a man built like a siege engine, all scars and hard muscle, yet he’d handled my foot like it was made of glass.I told myself I hated him. It was the only logical response. He was the "Barbarian" Alpha who had let my father sell me off like a horse. He’d kidnapped me from my hiding spot and slung me over his shoulder. But when I closed my eyes, I didn't see the kidnapper. I saw the way his shirt had strained against his shoulders and the thick wires of veins in his arms.My stomach let out a long, hollow growl. I’d barely touched the turkey at dinner, too busy being revolted by the way his men tore into their food. Now, the hunger was a physical ache. There wasn't so much as a grape in this room.I looked at the d

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