Todos los capítulos de My Husband sold me to the ICE KINGS: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Evaria The vehicle moved with terrifying smoothness, gliding through the grand gates and carrying me toward a reality I never thought I'd face again. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. Never in my life did I believe I would be going back to school. Finished with my normal human life, thrown headfirst into a nightmare, and now heading to a literal witch academy. It felt entirely surreal.Every bump in the road brought back the phantom ache between my legs. My skin still felt hot, hypersensitive under the leather jacket, tingling wherever Ryker's hands had gripped me through the dark hours of the night. The memory flashed unbidden—the cold stone of the balcony, the ragged sound of his breathing, the helpless, shattering moans that had broken past my lips as he drove into me over and over again, filling me completely until I saw stars. A wet, trembling heat pooled low in my belly just thinking about it, making my breath hitch. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my thighs together,

Evaria. "Dormant." A low, smooth, dangerously familiar voice drawled out from directly behind the open classroom door. My entire body went ice cold. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. Slowly, feeling like my joints were made of rusted iron, I turned around. Leaning casually against the doorframe, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark trousers, was Dominic. He looked entirely too relaxed for someone who had just been here, with a wicked, amused smirk playing on his lips as his dark eyes locked straight onto mine. My chest seized. What the fuck? Sienna blinked right beside me, her eyes growing as wide as dinner plates. She clutched my arm, her voice dropping into a breathless, starstruck squeal. "Oh my God," Sienna whispered, shaking me lightly. "Is that... is that not the Dominic Kane?" she asked. I was about to tell her that it was before… “Wait. Hold on.” She interrupted. “You are a... A Kane? As in… sister? Like the actual Kane-Kane?" No,

Dominic My hands shook. For the first time in my life, my hands actually shook. I stared down at the seat. Evaria lay flat across the dark leather, completely still, her eyes rolled back, her breath totally gone. Her skin felt hot—way too hot for someone who was just normal a few seconds ago. It was burning under my palms, radiating a fierce, unnatural fever that made my chest tighten with cold dread. "Evaria," I growled, my voice cracking at the edges as I leaned over her. "Evaria, open your eyes. Stop playing." Nothing. No flutter of her lashes. No sharp comeback. Just dead silence. Panic hit me like a blow. I didn't think twice. I grabbed her by the waist, hauling her heavy, limp body up against my chest, and yanked the car door open. The tinted glass of the academy’s parking lot blurred past us as I practically threw her into the backseat, slamming the door shut with a deafening bang. I rushed back to the driver's seat and kick-started the car. The engine screamed

RYKER Evaria’s eyes fluttered open. "What..." she choked out, her voice rough, scraping against her dry throat. "What's going on? Why am I... why am I feeling this hot?" She tried to push herself up against the pillows, but her limbs felt heavy, weighted down by a strange, residual fever that still radiated deep beneath her skin. She looked up, her wide, disoriented eyes bouncing between Dominic and me. “Evaria, child. You passed out. Don't you remember a thing?” "I don't understand," she whispered, her chest heaving as she swallowed hard. "What happened? I... I remember being in the car with you, Dominic. And then my chest..." "It felt like someone was crushing my heart," she breathed, trembling. "I couldn't breathe. Everything just went black.” Yeah, everything went black, but she did remember she was in the car with Dominic when she was supposed to be in class, learning. “Thank goodness you are fine, kitten,” Dominic purred. I stepped closer to the edge of the bed, my jaw

EvariaWhat is it? Ryker’s voice cut through the silence of the study, cold, sharp, and razor-thin.I stood just inside the doorway, my fingers gripping the hem of my oversized T-shirt, my bare legs feeling suddenly exposed under his dark, unblinking stare."I... I came to talk to you," I murmured, my voice sounding far smaller than I wanted it to.“Didn’t you, Dew? Tell him what you want to say.”“It’s you I wanted to talk to,” I asserted.Ryker let out a slow breath—the kind of exhale that made it obvious he wasn't the one who had told Dew to let me in. He looked down, picked up his black fountain pen, and dragged it back across the paper."Speak," he said flatly, not even bothering to look up. "I'm busy."I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking a slow step forward into the room. "It's about what happened earlier. That's why I'm here."He kept writing. "Get on with it.""I'm sorry." The word tumbled out of my mouth.The room instantly stopped.Ryker froze mid-stroke, the tip of