Todos os capítulos de Auctioned Bride Of The Cursed Alpha : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 187

Xlynor's POVHer cinnamon scent had wrapped itself around every rational thought in my skull and was steadily unraveling them one by one. I needed distance. My body wasn't listening to me, my pheromones were spiking without permission, and I hated that I couldn't do anything… that I wasn't in control.To think that she wasn't even trying. She had no idea what she was doing to me.“Gosh. You've got a temper on you for someone so weak right now,” I muttered, forcing my voice to remain normal and unaffected. “Like the bed's going to swallow you whole,” I added.“It feels like I'm being cooked in a microwave,” she mumbled against my shoulder. “And that bed makes it worse. Just lay me on the floor, Xlynor… I like it better.”I stepped back from the bed instead of arguing further, and rather than lowering her to the ground, I shifted her from the cradle of my arms and up pulled her up against me properly, her legs locking around my waist, arms hooked around my neck, my own arm banding aroun

Xlynor's POVGetting to the study just to make a call had taken longer than it should have. It was the only place I could be sure of my privacy.I had dismissed Kali earlier because Ivara was with me, then spent the next stretch of time figuring out how to get some privacy.I finally found a way, but I had to run Ivara a cold bath, then wrap the cut on my own palm. It wasn't going to heal itself, with or without Ivara.Only after both of those were handled did I finally get a free minute to deal with Kali, who decided when and how to respond to me.I put a call through, and she picked up… eventually. Probably after staring at my name and considering if picking up was actually worth it?“Your lordship,” she said, honeyed and insufferable. “To what do I owe the honor of your attention and this impromptu summons?”I sucked in my teeth, honestly not in the mood for her false formality. “Do you take pleasure in grating on what's left of my patience, priestess Kalindra?” I started, struggli

Ivara's POVI exhaled and switched the dryer back on, working it through my hair section by section. My arm gave out faster than I expected, aching within minutes, but I pushed through anyway, trying to rush the rest before my strength disappeared completely.Half my hair was still soaked when my arm finally refused to cooperate any further. It trembled, and then the dryer almost slipped from my hand.I gritted my teeth and tried to keep going just to get the worst of the moisture out, but the dryer felt like it was made of something denser than metal.Frustration boiled over before I could stop it, and without thinking, I flung the dryer away with what little strength left in me, not bothering to look where it went.“Can't you consider me? Can't you see I'm trying? Why do you have to be so useless and so mean,” I muttered.I didn't know if I was referring to my arm, myself or the dryer. I braced my elbow against the vanity and dropped my face into my palm.My head spun, and I found i

PS: This is two chapters combined as one because I couldn’t bring myself to split them, so the coins for it would be a bit much. 🥹 I hope you love it(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)Ivara's POVXlynor's hands slid from my face down to my neck, one threading into my hair. The shift of it should have grounded me, but it didn't. I wanted to touch him back, wanted to grab onto something solid like every stupid instinct I had suggested.But whatever scrap of sanity I had left said, “Absolutely not,” and kept my hands locked instead around the hem of my dress, fisting the fabric like it could anchor me to reality.He kissed me until every trace of the medicine's bitterness was gone, replaced entirely with the taste of him—faint mint underneath something sweeter, and beneath that, a metallic tang I couldn't place and didn't want to think too hard about.For the first time, I understood viscerally why people talked about addiction, why they described it with specific terms and why they became addicted to something