Todos los capítulos de My Ex Sold Me To The Devil: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"I just told you!" I snapped, angrily shoving a thick sweater into my bag."No, you told me the politics," Maren corrected, her steel-grey eyes locking onto me. "I want to know about the Vanguard. The entire fortress is shaking. The soldiers in the corridors are terrified. Tell me how a wolfless, unhealed girl managed to reduce five elite, fully-armored Lycan guards into three-inch boxes of meat and bone."I paused, my hand hovering over the zipper of the rucksack.A cold shiver ran down my spine. The image of those floating guards—the horrific, wet crunching of their armor folding inward—flashed behind my eyelids. My stomach rolled. In my sheer panic to escape, I had completely blocked out the logistics of what had actually saved me."I... I didn't do that," I stammered, shaking my head aggressively. "I couldn't have! I just closed my eyes and waited for the swords to hit me.""Then who did?" Maren challenged quietly."I don't know!" I threw my hands up in frustration. "It must have

"Go ahead, hit me!" he murmured, his voice dripping hard, "But you better hit me hard, Liora. Because when I take my revenge... I will not be so kind."I stood there, trapped between the freezing stone wall and the burning furnace of the Lycan King. Every emotion in the world was swirling violently inside my head. Terror that he was going to kill me. Anger that he had betrayed me. Fear of what Kaelen would do to me.But louder than all of it was the lust.More lust. And more lust. It was suffocating. My body was screaming at me to tilt my head, to close the distance, to let him tear the wool tunic from my body and take me right against the stone. My thighs were trembling so badly I could barely keep myself upright.‘No,’ I thought, fighting a vicious war inside my own mind. ‘Don't give in. He doesn't care about you. He is a monster.’I violently clenched my jaw in repulsion, forcing my hazel eyes to harden as I glared up at him. I needed to show this arrogant, manipulating King that I

I was still trembling when Riven carried me to the bed.He laid me down like I was something fragile, even though his eyes said otherwise. The heavy furs dipped under my weight as he stepped back, towering over me. The firelight painted every inch of him in gold and shadow.Gods… he was beautiful in the worst way.His shirt was already gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. Eight ripped abs etched into his torso like they’d been carved by the Moon Goddess herself. Not six. Eight. Hard, defined lines that flexed with every breath. His skin was scarred in places — old battles, old wars — but it only made him look more dangerous. More real. He reached up, his thick fingers catching the leather strap holding his hair back. He snapped it, letting the long, dark, sweat-dampened strands fall around his broad shoulders like a heavy black waterfall. He looked wild. Ancient. Utterly untamed. I hated how my mouth went dry.“Spread,” he commanded, voice low and rough.I clenched my jaw, trying to

My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps that tore at my throat. I was sitting there, completely exposed on his massive mattress, drowning in my own wetness. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing with a hollow, agonizing ache that demanded to be filled. I was so incredibly, shamefully horny it felt like a fever burning under my skin. I was ready to be fucked. I was practically vibrating with the need for it.But Riven had spoken.‘You're going to have to beg harder than that.’I gritted my teeth, my jaw locking so tight the muscle fluttered. No. I had sworn to myself. I had made a silent, blood-bound promise the day Kaelen threw me into that freezing mud. I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought I had built a fortress around my pride, vowing that no man would ever control me again. No man would ever dictate my worth, tell me what to do, or reduce me to a weeping, pleading mess on a mattress.Not Kaelen. And definitely not the Lycan King.

I zipped up the last bit of the small bag as quietly as I could. My hands were steady even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. I didn’t have much anyway. The Northern Wastes had taught me that a long time ago. You learned to move light or you didn’t move at all. A couple of changes of clothes, a small knife, some dried meat I’d stolen from the kitchens earlier. That was it. Enough to get me and Mael out of here and into the trees.I slowly let go of the zipper.I eased the bag off the vanity, careful not to let the brass buckles clink against the stone.I tiptoed toward the door, every step careful, testing the floorboards with the ball of my foot before I put weight down. The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the room. Riven was still on the bed behind me, breathing deep and even. I was done. Nothing was stopping me this time. Not the High Council, not Kaelen, and definitely not the arrogant warlord sleeping twenty feet away. Not the memory of his hands or h