Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS UNTAMED QUEEN: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

RORYThe rest of the day was a grueling exercise in distraction.I buried myself in supply chain logistics and pack finances, refusing to look at the clock.But the sun inevitably dipped below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows across my office floor.Time was up.The ashes of the white dress were likely still smoldering somewhere when I finally decided to get ready.Soon, blood-red silk pooled around my feet.The dress was a weapon. It clung to every curve of my lean frame, the back plunging dangerously low past my waist, leaving the twelve silver-plated suppressive bracelets on my wrists fully exposed against my pale skin.I wore no jewelry other than those heavy metal cuffs.My long raven hair was swept to one side in loose, liquid waves, exposing the sharp, lethal angle of my jaw and the cold glaze of my ice-blue eyes.I wasn't playing the blushing bride for the Council.I was the Widow Queen, and I wanted every wolf in that ballroom to remember it.I swallowed my evening dose

RORYTen minutes later, after fixing my hair and using a silver hairpin to pop the bathroom lock, I re-entered the ballroom like an executioner looking for a block.Evren waited near the edge of the dais, a lowball of whiskey in hand. The moment I stalked toward him, his gaze swept over the modest, high-collared crimson dress, a slow, wicked gleam settling into his silver eyes."You look magnificent." Evren leaned down, his warm breath grazing the shell of my ear, sending an unwanted spark straight down my spine."Save the charm for the cameras." I gave him a sharp glare. "It won't keep you from waking up with a blade at your throat.""I'm not looking for your gratitude, Aurora." Evren hovered inches from my cheek, dark amusement coloring his low rasp. "I'm just appreciating the view."Before I could drive my heel into the bridge of his foot, an overwhelming cloud of perfume flooded the space between us."Your Majesty!" A tall, striking blonde in a glittering silver gown glided into ou

RORYI slammed through a set of heavy glass doors leading out to a sweeping stone balcony.Stepping into the biting night air, I gripped the cold stone railing, closing my eyes as I forced my lungs to expand.I barely had time to breathe when the door behind me clicked shut with a sharp, deliberate snick.The lock engaged.I spun around, narrowing my eyes into cold slits.Evren stood leaning casually against the glass, the dim light from the ballroom casting his carved, dark face in sharp, predatory shadows.He had shed his tuxedo jacket, leaving him in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, the fabric straining against his broad shoulders and chest.He looked less like a king and more like a manic predator who had lured his quarry into a dead end.He was unhurried, terrifyingly composed, and enjoying every second of my panic."I didn't invite you out here, Your Glorious Arrogance." My voice carried a sharp edge to hide the tremor in my hands."Why do you keep running from me, A

RORYEvren looked down at the bleeding bite mark on his shoulder with casual detachment. Then his silver gaze lifted, meeting my wild eyes.With maddening, lazy grace, he shifted his balance and brought his free hand up from my spine, clamping around both of my wrists.His grip wasn't frantic. It was an effortless band of iron.In a single, fluid pivot that seamlessly matched the tempo of the waltz, he twisted my arms behind my back, hauling me flush to his chest and pinning my knuckles flat on the small of my own waist.The movement was so smooth the watching aristocrats saw only an intimate, breathless dip in the dance."Careful, little wife." Evren murmured the words into the curve of my ear, his breath hot on my skin, letting a sliver of his beast’s suffocating dominance bleed downward.The air pressure between us collapsed.His aura fell like a slab of stone, pressing through my muscles and sinking straight into the marrow of my bones.I struggled with everything I had, but his sh

RORYI saw red.I was an underground fighter and a bred survivor.With lightning speed, I brought my knee up hard, aiming a vicious strike directly at his groin.Evren anticipated the angle before my heel cleared the patio floor.He shifted with fluid grace, his hand snapping down like a trap to catch my thigh mid-air.He used my own momentum, stepping into my personal space and pinning my leg firmly over the stone railing.I snarled, swinging a closed fist straight at his jaw, but Evren was faster.His free hand shot up, catching my wrist in an iron grip that squeezed right over my silver bracelets.When I swung with my left hand, he caught that one too, twisting my arms and pinning both of my wrists flat to the cold stone wall behind my head.I thrashed like a trapped panther, spitting curses that'd make a sailor blush, but he held me effortlessly.His massive, dark frame completely smothered my leverage. He didn't hurt me, but his grip was immovable and suffocating."Let me go, you