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RHYS’S SECRET BARGAIN “A betrayal cloaked in sacrifice still bleeds.” Dawn cracked like shattered bone over the Iron Ridge, red and cold. The camp was silent—too silent. Lyra woke first. She reached for her blade by instinct, heart already thrumming. Something was wrong. The fires were still burning, but one tent was missing. Elara’s and so was Anya’s. And Rhys… Rhys had returned. He appeared at the base of the ridge like a ghost stepping through mist. No sound. No scent. Only the flicker of unnatural markings seared across his arms—burned deep, like chains forged into flesh.

She laughed, thinking I was weak in mind, but somehow, a laugh tore from my chest. We laughed it off—the tension, the chemistry, just like we always did. I wasn't weak—I was just waiting for when she'd see me. Then, she'd be the first to find me as the dirtiest-hearted man who ever lived. The laughter filled the air until I raised the book in my hand. Fuck! One of her smutty books. “Drop that, Rhys!" She had barely stared a second before yelling. I didn't listen— as I flipped the thick cover of skulls and roses. The deduction read “To those who will always take it like the good girls they are….and would still swear they feel nothing"

Rhys whispered holding my arm but I pulled away and continued. The pack members quieted, turning their attention to me. “I know there have been rumors and concerns about Rhys’s position as Alpha,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve heard about the council’s doubts and the accusations of neglect.” There were a few nods and murmurs of agreement from the crowd. I continued, “But I want to set the record straight. Rhys hasn’t been neglecting his duties. He’s been away because he came to rescue me when I was kidnapped. And,” I added, pausing for effect, “I’m pregnant with his child. Our heir.”

Berserkers are obsessed with wood, and Viki also has a deep love for books. ‘Smut books with monsters and aliens,’ Raven groans, remembering the book Viki gave me two days ago. ’Reading about Krakens mating with a human male was—’ Raven interrupts me before I can finish. ‘Traumatic, that’s what it was.’ I snort before going to look inside the closet for a new set of sheets and a blanket. While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need.

She didn’t sleep as she spent the remainder of the night chatting with Matasia. Alejandro and Matasia led her to the central point of the compound. Riwik stood in the middle. Behind him, was a fountain spewing lava instead of water. “Blue Thunder, I heard so much about you. More than I should have, considering how young you are. You are making many people angry,” said Riwik, closing his eyes for a moment. “I sensed someone like you before, but I can’t remember from where. Your energy signature is a lot more potent than the one I remember. Glad to see you standing with us.”

When she speaks again she stumbles on her words. "But... How... Why?" Her curiousity is legitimate, but I prefer not to reveal the reasons that prompted Draven to explain everything to me. It would be only make matters worse between her and the Bathory's. "I'm telling you they're but who you think they are, they protect me, they take care of me. Draven has even loaned me a very old books so that I can research what I am." She looks thoughtful. She's finding it very difficult to accept the possibility that the Bathory brothers are friendly towards me.

He pours the whiskey on my body, a cold trickle falling on either of my sides. “I'm the only one who has seen these gorgeous tits, right?” Holy cow. Did he just call me gorgeous? “Does that silence mean some bastard saw your tits?” His fingers dig into either side of my breast. I shake my head. “No.” “Only me?” “Only…you.” Rhys's head falls between my breasts, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth. My hand grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from falling over. His knee tightens me between his muscular thighs and I feel strangely protected.

​Rhys walked into the kitchen, his training bag in his left hand. ​He wore his dark team suit, his posture tall and completely straight. ​He stopped when he saw my face, his eyes instantly tracking the screen of my tablet. ​He did not ask what was written. ​He walked straight to my chair, his massive frame blocking the light from the window. ​He reached down and took the tablet from my hands, pressing the power button to turn it off. ​"Do not read it, Sasha," Rhys said, his voice dropping into a low, rough register.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar