All Chapters of Bride of the Beasts: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ANWEN'S POVWhen I woke the next morning, I immediately sensed their presence in my chambers.I opened my eyes, and there they were.Fenric sat beside me on the bed. Brammon occupied a nearby chair. Rhydan stood by the window, his arms folded across his broad chest.For one terrifying moment, panic seized me.I braced myself for another punishment. Another lecture reminding me I'd broken the rules.But their faces weren't hard. Their postures weren't tense. Their voices weren't sharp.If anything, they looked... tender. Suspiciously so.They behaved as though yesterday's nightmare had been neatly folded away and tucked out of sight.Only my body remembered. The welts across my bottom, the soreness, the dull ache deep in my bones—those lingered like quiet echoes.I groaned, and Fenric's hand was immediately over mine."You're awake," he said, offering me an easy smile that looked almost relieved.Brammon leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over me. "Are you hurting anywhere?"I looked at

ANWEN'S POVBrammon groaned in loud protest before reaching up and gently lifting my legs from his shoulders, guiding them down until my boots found the snow-dusted ground.I slipped from the swing, keeping one hand wrapped around the rope to steady my still-shaky knees. I was still catching my breath from what they'd interrupted.But the mere mention of the High King always made something cold settle beneath my ribs.Fenric and Rhydan didn't look particularly pleased either.Brammon turned toward me. "Get inside the fortress," he said firmly. Then he reached out and lifted my chin with two fingers, making me meet his eyes. "You know your way back?"I forced a small, thin smile. "Yes."He nodded. "Go on, then."I obeyed, clutching my cloak tighter around me as I walked.As I passed Fenric, his hand settled at the small of my back. He didn't say anything, only gave me a light squeeze before letting go.I glanced quickly at Rhydan. He met my gaze immediately."Straight to your chambers,

ANWEN'S POVI was still trembling when they laid me across Fenric's desk, my chest heaving with ragged breaths that wouldn't quite steady.The wood felt cool against my overheated skin, a stark contrast to the fire still racing through my veins from what their fingers had already drawn from me—pleasure that had shattered my mind into glittering fragments I was still trying to piece back together.Rhydan leaned closer, tracing the curve of my collarbone before hooking into the neckline of my chemise. He tugged hard, the fabric giving way until the garment pooled around my waist, leaving my breasts exposed to their gazes."So beautiful," he murmured.Then Brammon's palms were on my thighs, hiking the remaining fabric upward until I was completely bare to them, the chemise nothing more than a bunched ruin circling my middle. I lay there, open and vulnerable, as Fenric stepped between my legs where they hung limp over the desk's edge.He found my folds first, sliding slowly through the we

ANWEN'S POVIn the days that followed, I kept trying to find the right moment to ask the three kings about the summons. After all, Fenric had said they would talk to me about it soon.But somehow, every attempt ended the same way.Whenever I brought it up, my question was either conveniently dodged, ignored altogether, or shut down before I could even finish asking.It was becoming increasingly frustrating.Today, I decided I was going to try again.I checked their chambers, their private studies, the library, and even my little garden, but there was no sign of any of them.I sighed heavily. Maybe they had gone away again.So, since I was already up and about, I decided I might as well continue my stroll around Blackreach. Not to look for them, of course, but simply to keep myself occupied until they returned.I headed for the lift and spent the next while wandering through the fortress, stepping off on levels I had never bothered to explore before and revisiting the ones I already li

ANWEN'S POVBy the time Rhydan finally lifted his mouth from me, my voice was nothing but shredded silk, raw from screaming his name until my throat burned. I lay there against the stone, gasping, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, my body still twitching from the aftershocks. Then his hands gripped my waist.He dragged me toward him with a force that scraped my back against the edge, and I looked up to find his amber eyes blazing, the color bleeding toward crimson, wild and unhinged. Panic and anticipation tangled together inside me.He was far from done. He looked at me like I was prey he hadn't finished devouring."Rhydan," I panted, holding up a trembling hand. "Just give me a moment. Please."He wasn't listening."You woke up the dragon, Anwen," he snarled, and the sound vibrated through my bones, making my core clench despite my exhaustion. His grip tightened around my waist, his fingers digging firmly into my skin. "And now you’re going to have to face the conse