บททั้งหมดของ My Ex Sold Me To The Devil: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Riven, the Lycan King!!He crosses the snow without hurry and crouches in front of where they've pinned me, and he tips his head, and he studies me the way a man studies a lame animal he's decided not to keep."The rebel," he says. Mild. Almost bored by it. "The one with all the speeches." His gaze slides past me, off to the tree line, to where Ric stands frozen and small in the dark, and something in it warms by exactly one degree. Approval. He is capable of that much. "You did well, bringing them to me. Loyalty like that gets remembered."Then, to the men holding my face in the snow, in that same untroubled voice, the voice of a man sending back a cup of wine that hasn't pleased him, he says to his soldiers:"Take him and the others out to the raven fields. TOrture them properly. Let the Ravens have whatever's left by light. I want nothing of these traitors found come morning, not a boot, not a bone. Only their heads should you leave impaled in swords as a lesson to all"And Ric watc

"Enough." I roared back at it‘Every cold thing you ever said to keep her in her place. Every time you let her believe she was a thing you owned because owning was easier than being seen. She was the one, the only one, who ever got a hand near the frozen middle of you and found something still breathing down there, and what did you fucking do, Riven??’"I said enough!!"‘You closed your fist.’ My wolf would not stop. It has never once stopped when I've told it to; that's the whole horror of sharing a skull with the thing. ‘You closed your fist because you have never in your life known how to hold something gently, and it went through your fucking fingers like water, and now look at us. Look where you've put us.’I am the Lycan King. I have unmade Alphas with a glance. Whole territories have knelt at the mere rumor of my coming.And I sat alone in a ruined tent in the middle of the woods, a splinter of the center post still in my bleeding hand, brought to my knees by a woman with no w

LioraThey came for me at dawn, the way you come for someone whose fate has been decidedNot roughly. That was almost the worst of it. Brenna at my door, with her mouth set in a hard line, two others behind her I half-knew, all of them gentle and none of them meeting my eyes, telling me the pack would gather at midday and I was to stand before them. The truth had come up out of that cellar in the night and run through the valley like meltwater, into every cabin, under every door. They knew. All of them, they knew now. The woman Stiles pulled from the snow was the runaway the whole continent was tearing itself apart to find. I was the King's mate. I was the storm on the horizon wearing a borrowed shirt and peeling their roots, and by midday they would decide what to do with me.I sat on the edge of the cot after Brenna left and I shook. Not delicately. My whole body, like the fever had come back, Mael fussing against my chest like he could feel it coming off me and didn't understand.

Four days!!Four days of walking through these godsforsaken bushes with snow in my boots and thorns in my hem, hunting a woman I have never once fucking respected. Four days of Kaelen’s men grumbling around fires that won’t stay lit. Four days of dried meat that tastes like paper and water that tastes of iron.And four days of the same question, in one shape or another, from the same mouth.“How does he know you, Selena?”He asked it again this morning before we broke camp, quiet, watching me over the rim of his cup so I’d know it wasn’t really a question so much as a wound he keeps pressing to see if it still bleeds. How does the Lycan King know your name. Where has he seen your face. Why did the most feared man on the continent look at a Luna he’d never met and say ‘Selena’ like he was tasting something he’d had before.I gave him what I always give him. A soft laugh. A hand on his jaw. Perhaps he’s heard of me, my love. Perhaps my beauty travels faster than I do. And Kaelen wanted

The fire had burned low while I lay there thinking, and the cold had crept in under the tent flap, and beside me Kaelen slept the untroubled sleep of a man who has never once in his life had to earn his own safety. I watched him breathe. I felt nothing. I want to be honest with you about that, because it's the part people find hardest to believe. When I look at my husband in the dark, I don't feel hate, not the hot kind, the kind that would be a comfort. I feel the flat, patient nothing of a woman reading a map. Here is the terrain. Here is where it gives way. Here is where I'll be standing when it does. Then I put the map away, because a tool you can't use tonight is just weight, and I leaned over and kissed him awake. He surfaced slow, the way he does, one hand finding my waist before his eyes were even open. "Mm... What hour is it." "Early." I kissed the corner of his mouth. His jaw. "I couldn't sleep." "You never can." He pulled me down against him, warm and heavy and c