Novel & Cerita Iron Hands Chapter

My hands fisted into balls as I tried to yank his head from my babies but his hand stopped me. “I’m your Alpha and there’s nothing you can do about it.” he scowled. Dip shit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Hey lovelies!! I really hope you loved this chapter. If you did, I don’t mind a review. Thanks, for your valuable coins!!

"You love dealing with this hand, right? I'll make sure you never deal again for the rest of your life!" Cesar leaned against the bar, lit a cigar, and watched coldly with interest. Liliana raised the chip case and brought it down hard on my right hand. Pain shot through my hand. I felt the burn through my entire arm. "Ah!" I screamed in agony. My body convulsed, and cold sweat soaked my back. Darkness crept over my vision, and a high-pitched ringing filled my skull. Just as I was about to pass out from the pain, the phone Liliana had snatched from me suddenly rang.

“That’s not just intrusion. That’s dismantling. She’s sending the Shatter-Tongue.” Emma clutched the nearest wall to steady her breath. The flames around them pulsed with anxiety. “Then we better finish the Flame Trials,” she said through gritted teeth, “before she finishes us.” --- End of Chapter Far away, in the void between frost and thought, Irsi walked the snows, each step displacing names, prayers, and lullabies. Her tongues curled with glee, ready to speak Emma’s story back to her—wrong, broken, and scattered.

I looked down at the man who was once the most powerful Don in Chicago, now groveling at my feet like a dog. My heart felt nothing. A cold, dead calm. "Let go of me," I commanded. "No! I won’t let go!" he clung to me. "You have no idea how I’ve suffered this past year! I see your face every night! You and our baby!" “Our baby?” The laugh that broke from my lips was cold and sharp. “You mean the one you told your doctor to dispose of? The child whose life you calculated and dismissed in a single breath?”

Iris’s POV My hands moved up, gripping his shoulders in fear. I couldn’t predict what he would do the next second. My lips were hurting. Hadn’t he had enough of sucking the life out of them? A hiss escaped my lips as my nails dug into his shoulders. Still, I couldn’t ignore the tingling sensation running through my body at his touch. My other hand pressed against his chest, trying to free myself from his grip. My legs were hurting; I couldn’t stand for much longer.

Cold Iron. I look down at my body, and thankfully, my legs, as well as the rest of my body, seem to be intact. My wings too. Thankfully. There's hope for escape. Wait. My ankles. I shift around, and something feels numb. I pull my legs that are sprawled out and see heavy ugly chains with barbells connected to them looped around my legs.

He aggressively takes my hand and puts it on his hand, then grabs my other hand and also places it with my other hand. 'Now! Or you will go a week without any food!' he threatens. I stare down at my hands, covered in his blood. I don't know how to do it. Not sure what to do, I entwine my fingers through his, making him flinch from the sparks. The room remains silent as I stare intently at our hands, my hair begins to rise, and my hands begin to glow as my eyes become a bright silver. The warmth I felt earlier flows through my body again.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

Gulping I frowned as I instinctively pulled my hand against my chest, “I’m not going to ask you again,” taking deep breaths I slowly yet hesitantly held out my hand to him, he took it in his and all at once felt a spark run up my hand, clenching his jaw tightly he kept his eyes on mine. He brushed off whatever had just gone through his mind as he held it so my palm was facing him, my hand was shaking yet I never took my eyes off him, nodding once he swiftly pushed the smoldering hot iron against the inside of my palm. Clenching my teeth I gasped out loud, tears started flowing down my cheeks as my bottom lip quivered yet I never looked away. I could hear it burning into me as I smelt my fles

His eyes burned with a fervent, almost religious zeal. He reached for my face, his fingers, cold and long, extending towards me. I twisted, my bound body straining against the invisible bonds, a surge of desperate energy bursting forth. Flames, sharp and silver, erupted from my hands, arcing towards him, but he was terrifyingly fast. With a casual flick of his wrist, he deflected the fire, and then, with blinding speed, his hands shot out, catching my wrists in an iron grip, forcing me still, the last remnants of my struggle dying in a frustrated whimper.