บททั้งหมดของ Bride of the Beasts: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ANWEN'S POVI ate faster than I should have, barely tasting the food now, shoveling bite after bite in the hope that if I finished quickly enough, they’d send me back to the room and leave me alone.I could feel Brammon’s stare on my back, but at least he understood the concept of space. Unlike Fenric, he didn’t crowd me, didn’t touch unless he had to.Fenric was mercifully quiet for once. Maybe he’d finally found something else to occupy himself with. Maybe, just this once, I wasn’t the center of his attention.I let myself glance over, just to be sure.Big mistake.He wasn’t distracted at all. He was watching me. Had been the whole time. That same predatory amusement lingered in his eyes, and the moment ours met, his mouth curved into a slow, wolfish grin.My grip tightened around the fork. “What?” I snapped.His grin only widened, like I’d given him exactly what he wanted.“I think you’re very pretty,” he said, almost lazily. Then his gaze dragged over me, slow and assessing. “Too

ANWEN'S POVI kept pounding on Fenric’s back, my fists thudding uselessly against him as he carried me like a sack of grain.“Put me down!” I snapped for what felt like the hundredth time. “Now.”He’d said he was giving me a chance to get familiar with the fortress. And yet he never slowed.If anything, I was certain he was taking unnecessary turns on purpose, just to throw me off. Every time I tried to track our path, he’d spin, pivot, or slip through some archway I hadn’t even noticed.“Put. Me. Down.” I said again, sharper this time. “I can walk.”He chuckled. “I know you can, peaches,” he said. “But I don’t think your feeble legs would’ve made it this far.”He stopped abruptly, tipping me just enough to give me a clear view ahead.I lifted my head—and my breath caught.The fortress loomed behind us, Blackreach rising high and unforgiving against the sky. We were already at the gates.Only then did I realize how far he’d carried me. If I’d walked it, I would’ve collapsed long befor

ANWEN'S POVThe monsters left me alone for the next few days after Gadreel’s visit.A part of me was relieved. But another part expected someone to come—Fenric, maybe, always hovering. Or Brammon, ready to bark orders.Not Rhydan, though. That one seemed repulsed by me. As if even looking at me burned him.I found myself listening for footsteps outside, watching the door, waiting for the handle to turn—for it to slam open.But none of them came.Just Wells, bringing me food and my draught.The longer the wait stretched, the more it unsettled me.I wanted to know what had happened between them and Gadreel. Had they driven him off for good? Would he come back for me?If the triarch kings were the lesser evil… then I’d rather stay with them than be dragged off by Gadreel. The thought alone made my stomach twist.So far, none of them had tried to touch me. Not in the way I feared. Not in the way the other women before me had suffered.Instead, I got Fenric—leaning too close, constantly in

RHYDAN'S POV“Rhydan is going to take you there.”I was just about to take a sip of my tea when Fenric said it. I paused, the cup hovering just short of my lips.“Excuse me?” I lowered it slowly, one brow lifting. “Why does it have to be me?”He folded his arms, that familiar smirk already settling into place, like he’d been waiting for this moment. “I’ll be at the camp overseeing training and weapons inventory,” Fenric said.I turned to Brammon.He didn’t even look at me, his attention fixed on the slab of meat in front of him. “I have business in Opal City.”Fenric leaned back, a sly smile spreading across his face. “That leaves you.”I set the cup down with more force than necessary. My hand lingered against the table, talons itching beneath my skin, begging to break through and rake across Fenric’s smug expression. Maybe a few more scars would finally wipe that look off his face.I knew exactly what they were doing.They wanted me involved. Wanted me on board with whatever plans t

ANWEN'S POVRhydan strode ahead of me the moment we stepped out of the clinic.He was not walking quickly, but his legs were so much longer than mine that every one of his strides forced me into two of my own.I hurried after him, trying not to stumble, trying not to fall behind. The last thing I wanted was to give him another reason to be angry with me. The last thing I wanted was to end up like the other human women I had seen—chained, shackled, and collared.Especially now, when he seemed to be in a dour mood because he had not received the answer he sought. Well, I had warned them. I had told them no healer would find anything.I kept following him, even as my legs began to ache. I had never walked this far in my life. Back in our hidden forest, I had only ever been allowed a few steps beyond our little cottage.Rhydan did not look back. He did not notice my slowing pace. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, and I did not dare call out to him.I stopped for a heartbeat—just long en