struggled to process what had just happened as they lifted their eyes to stare at the fi

colored hair blended with

he struggled to hold back his rage. His lips curled in revulsion, brows drawing together i

atched to prepare for an event they had eerily anticipated-he wouldn't b

, his shoulders squared and relax

eady them. A cold sweat slicked her palms, and she gripped the hem of her dress to keep her hands from visibly shaking. The sharp gaze of the

me!" He

His eyes, burning like embers in a raging fire, locked onto her with seething intensity. Without warning, his hand shot out, fingers clamping around her throat like a steel vise. Aria ga

htened, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin as the crushing weight of fear settled over her. She thought she would die-

oice shattered the silence like a beast unleashed. Veins pulsed at his temples, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The s

he air thinned, her frantic gasps turning into weak, shuddering breaths. Dark spots danced before her eyes, the world around her spinning int

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ggy mind. Her head throbbed with a dull, pulsing ache, and the warmth of the tears on her cheeks felt foreign. Panic

er face. She blinked, tilting her head slightly, her mind racing to make sense as to what happened t

d her eyes. Panic gnawed at her chest, her breathing shallow as she desperately searched her thoughts-but there was nothing. Just a void. Her heart pounded, and her han

as thick with the scent of leather and burning cedar, a rich, heady mix that spoke of power. A massive bed with black and silver furs, the sheets smooth and untouched, yet carrying an undeniable presence. Against one wall, a towering bookshelf hel

covered in thick, wolf-pelt rugs, their silken fur soft beneath her hesitant steps. Everything about the room ra

s wasn't just a room-it was a throne in itself, the doma

clinging to his sculpted form, while droplets of water traced slow, tantalizing paths down his chiseled chest. His jaw, still damp

s gaze, sharp and unreadable, flickered briefly before he ran a hand through his wet hair, sending another cascade o

like an invisible force. Panic surged in her chest, her breath hitching as her heart pounded wildly agains

ve a whisper. The weight of his authority pressed down o

ngers curling into the fabric of her dress. "Please... forgive me,"she pleaded, hopi

scrutinized her from head to toe. The closer he got, the mo

spoke, without even turning to look back

r die. Yo