BOUND TO HER WILL
And still, he stood.
Naked. Defiant. Trembling.
“You profaned my sanctuary,” she said, her voice a thousand echoes. “You spilled lust on sacred stone. You dared to take what was mine.”
“I didn’t take her,” he growled, chest heaving. “She gave herself.”
The goddess’s laugh was not mortal. It was thunder. Ice. Flame.
“She was my vessel,” she hissed. “My voice in the flesh. Her purity was power, and now you’ve corrupted it. You, Alpha of Thorne-Claw. You who already ruled. You who needed nothing.”
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