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“Or are you just venting?” I swallowed the rising anger and forced myself to stay focused. “You won’t get away with this,” I said firmly. “Whatever game you’re playing, it’s going to end badly for you.” Instead of reacting the way I expected, Nick chuckled softly. “You know what?” he said. “I’ll make you an offer.” I frowned, my brows drawing together. “What nonsense are you talking about?” “I’m being generous,” he replied. “If things go really bad for you, I wouldn’t mind taking you in.”

Hadn’t screamed. The casual annoyance was worse. “I am not asking you to submit,” it said, turning back to me. “I am offering partnership. You, as my anchor in the waking world. Me, as the power that ensures no one ever uses you without your permission again.” Its not‑face leaned closer, hollow gaze burning.

He stared at me for a while then chuckled and I gasped loudly when he suddenly wrapped his fingers around my neck tightly. “Then you die, you make a choice," He murmured while I struggled against his hold. I could feel the air being ripped out from my lungs. “I won't sleep with you, you can go ahead and kill me." I choked out and he stared at me for a while before letting out a loud laugh as he let go of my neck. I fell to the ground coughing as I caressed my neck then turned to glare at me. “This is why I'm intrigued by you. No one has ever dared refuse an offer from me, especially a woman. Do you know how many women would die for an offer like that?" He muttered.

I felt the electricity rushing between us, giving us a spark, before I put his hand on my neck. “Hold my neck, please.” I begged hoarsely. Without removing his sight from me, he obeyed what I asked for. He grunted when I ordered him to tightly hold my neck again. “This is the best necklace you can give me. I want you to put this necklace on me whenever you're fucking me as your slave, Your Majesty.” I gripped his hand when he was about to remove his hold from my neck.

"... Well if you say that it will make you calmer, then I don't mind…" I said handing him my wrist, since my scent could come from any part of my body, he reached out for it rather slowly as if he was waiting till he change his decision and I hope he wouldn't change his mind because how awkward will it be if he suddenly changes his mind well I had already offered my wrist? In such a scenario I will go back to his grandmother and ask her to make me a servant working for the house together no matter how much of a donkey load she gave me.

He offered. God help me. I looked at him, and the temptation to touch him was strong, but I remained firm. I shook my head, dismissing his offer. I instantly felt bad because of that sad look on his face. Why do I care that he is offended? He’s a stranger who stripped naked in my place of work and is telling me I’m his soulmate…no mate, offering to let me touch him. “Suit yourself.” He shrugged. “The offer to touch me will never be taken back.”

She murmured, as I trailed kisses on her neck and shoulders. “I don’t mind…” I said between her neck. “What if I tell you that using you involved me dominating and Lord it over you.” She whispered between her soft moan. “Here I am offering myself to you, like a sheep being led to the slaughter,” I said. “I hope you know the consequences of your words,” “I know, just use me, I could give you my soul, my pack, and everything I hold dear…” she titters.

Tilting my head to the side, I bared my neck for him. “Take my blood.” I said, my heart pounding. “Go away!” He growled, pushing me away roughly but I was stubborn. I stood up again, approached him and hugged his neck, lacing my fingers behind his nape. Standing on my tippy toes, I arched my neck closer to his lips then let go of his neck briefly, elongating a claw and making a cut on my neck, his eyes glowing ruby when blood trickled down my collarbone to the valley of my breasts.

“This?” I cross one leg over the other slowly, deliberately. I’m fully aware of where his gaze trails, despite his attempts at politeness. “What I’m offering you.” “And what is that?” he inquires, curiosity edging his voice. I let a precise smile unfurl—not warm and inviting, but keen in its intent. “Relief,” I declare, the word hanging in the air like an incantation. “Clarity. Silence where there has been only noise.” I catch the slightest change in his breath, a subtle shift that recognizes the weight of my offer.

I have veins popping from my head and my skin has gone red from the lack of oxygen “Do you think you aren’t making the possibility of that clear right now?” His hold on my neck doesn’t relent so I hold his gaze and I smile. “Do it.”: Lyros’s jaw locks and all my sense of caution goes out the window. I say dangerous words. “It wouldn’t take you a second, Lord Lyros. You could make this death painless for me, all you have to do is think of it.” My words become breathy, desperately throaty, almost seductive “ You just have to envision your hand releasing that force, it would take a quick second. You’d snap my neck to the side, oxygen would be cut off to my brain and I’d slump on the floor, lif