Todos los capítulos de My Husband sold me to the ICE KINGS: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Ryker My chest rose and fell in jagged surges, the air burning my lungs as I strode down the dim corridor. The lingering scent of Angela’s expensive perfume still clung to my skin, thick and suffocating, making me totally uncomfortable. Fifteen years. I had known her for fifteen years. She was supposed to be my doctor. A trusted face. Someone who understood the burden of what I carried. But tonight, she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. She stood there twisting a single, drunken mistake from five months ago into something it was never meant to be. A lapse in judgment born of isolation and fevered exhaustion—nothing more. I had told her then, and I had told her tonight, with every ounce of cold finality I possessed. It was a mistake! A goddamned fucking mistake. How hard is that to comprehend? A sister. I had called her a sister, hoping she would understand what I really did see her as and maybe snap her back to reality. Instead, she had thrown it away, whi

Evaria. Kneel…” Ryker’s voice boomed. The cool air bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, suffocating heat that radiated off him. “Make me.” The words had barely left my mouth before I realized my mistake. Every single thing I had done tonight was unplanned. I came out here for fresh air. But then he came here asserting rules and claiming spaces. It was my first time seeing him today, and the first thing he chose was violence while pretending like I didn’t matter. I knew for sure that I did. Or at least the bond made me matter. So I pushed him. I needed to see how far the monster beneath his control would go if I kept poking at the cage. Crazy. But I had done it already. Ryker’s hand shot out with the speed of a striking predator, his fingers locking tightly into my hair and yanking me down with brutal force. Like he’d done before. God, if I don’t go bald in this place, I might as well give offerings by the end of every year. A sharp gas

Evaria He pulled out all at once, the sudden emptiness making me gasp and shiver in the cold air. Before I could even turn my head or speak, his strong hands caught my waist, spinning me around in one fluid, inescapable motion. My back hit the cold railing this time. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted one of my legs high, hooking it securely over his thick forearm, and pushed back inside me in one smooth, devastatingly hard thrust. Ooohhh goddamit! Who is this guy! Fuck! We were face to face now. His eyes were burning. His jaw was locked tight, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead despite the freezing night air. “Eyes on me,” he ordered. I did. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to; I was hypnotized by this same face. The face of the same person who bought me like a piece of furniture, threw me in the basement, and practically owned my life. And all I could say was… that… He was so fucking handsome! He started thrusting into me again. This ang

ANGELA.This devil. "Get out of my way," I hissed, tightening my grip on my duffel bag strap until my knuckles turned white."Ouch. Such hostility," he mocked, tilting his head as he closed the distance. He stopped a few feet away, his dark eyes sweeping over my flushed face, the wild hair, the packed bag. A flash of cruel amusement lit up his gaze. "Let me guess. You stayed late, knocked on his door, and found out the hard way that the great, untouchable Alpha has a new favorite chew toy?""I said, move," I spat, my voice trembling with a rage so hot it made my ears ring.Dominic didn't budge. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper that made my stomach churn."You look pathetic, Angela. Really, you do," he murmured, his eyes lingering on the tear tracks still dried on my cheeks. "Fifteen years of playing the loyal little helper, and he trades you for a human the second she walks through the door. Must sting.""Shut your mouth," I breathed, my chest heaving

Evaria.i walk into the space and... Dominic is already sitting at the long wooden table. When I walk in, his eyes sweep over my outfit, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Well, well. If I knew this outfit was going to make you look like a walking heart attack, I would have picked it out sooner. Care to bend over so I can appreciate the craftsmanship?" I roll my eyes hard, pulling out a chair as far away from him as possible. "If the campus bans me for inappropriate dressing on my first day, it's your fault." Dominic chuckles, popping a grape into his mouth. "Relax. Nobody knows fashion better than a witch. You will look the part." Just then, heavy footsteps echo from the stairs. Ryker walks into the dining room, fully dressed in a brown button-down and tailored trousers, looking ready to handle business. Dominic drops his fork against his plate with a loud clatter, flashing a sharp, sarcastic grin at Ryker. "Oh, look who decided to grace us with his pres