LOGINI had already rejected an alpha once. I wasn’t about to bow to the will of a murderous king.
His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as his eyes raked over me. “You should thank me,” Ravok said. “I took you out of that filthy brothel and gave you a life better than you deserve. You were born to open your fucking legs for whoever tossed you a handful of coins”
I remained silent for a moment, feeling the rough fabric against my sensitive skin.“Then I can’t stay here for long.”She answered with a nod.A thin cry echoed through the house, uneven, persistent enough to cut through the silence between one breath and the next. I frowned and turned toward the sound, trying to figure out where it was coming from.Nora was already walking away before I could even ask, as though she knew I would hear it.“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Come.”I followed her down the narrow hallway, the floorboards creaking beneath our steps until it opened into a larger room. The living room was simple but carefully kept—wooden furniture, only a few belongings, a rug covering the floor. Light streamed in through a wide window at the back, illuminating the rocking chair placed beside it.My eyes went straight to it.Sitting in the rocking chair was a woma
There was no immediate answer, only the muffled sounds coming from inside—footsteps, something being dragged across the floor, a distant voice. Then the lock shifted, and the door opened just enough to reveal part of a wary face, one eye studying me from head to toe.“A delivery?”I gave a slight shake of my head. “No.”The door opened wide enough for her to get a proper look at me. She was a tall woman with broad shoulders, filling almost the entire doorway, her arms crossed as though she were used to turning away people who did not belong there.“Looking for work, girl?” she asked, making no effort to soften her tone.“Yes. I was told to ask for Nora.”She watched me for another moment, her gaze drifting over my hood and the cloak that was still partially soaked, as though weighing my answer against what she saw. Then she uncrossed her arms and stepped aside, making room.“
The cold was the first thing I felt when I came to, seeping through my soaked skin and settling deep into my muscles like a weight that made even breathing difficult.I opened my eyes slowly, still not understanding where I was, staring at the dull sky stretched between the towering branches. The sound of rushing water reached me, muffled and constant.When I tried to move, my body resisted, every part of it protesting in a different way, as though it had been carelessly stitched back together.I rolled onto my side with effort, bracing myself on my elbow against the damp ground. Cold mud clung to my skin and clothes, dragging every movement down. It was only when I managed to push myself up a little farther that I saw him. The horse lay a few yards away, stretched out on its side, motionless in the unmistakable stillness that left no room for doubt.He was dead.His hind leg remained twisted, locked at an angle that did not belong to a living body
I frowned, turning my head on instinct. And then I saw lights emerging between the trunks, fast, flickering, and men breaking through the darkness, forcing their way forward.“STOP!” The shout came out ragged, and before I could even process it, another gunshot exploded.My body reacted before my mind, flinching, my fingers locking around the reins as something sliced through the air beside me and buried itself in the trunk ahead, ripping splinters of wood free.The horse startled, swerving sharply to the side. My body lurched with it, my foot nearly slipping from the stirrup. I clung on tightly, pulling myself back into the saddle, my fingers sinking into its mane.Another shot.Closer this time, and I felt the air shift beside my face, fast, violent. “Shit…”I pressed my legs against the horse’s sides, urging it forward. It answered with more speed, its muscles tightening beneath me as it surged between the trees with long strides. The path was narrow, littered with exposed roots an
My breathing failed, caught halfway, while something tightened hard in my chest. I pulled my hand away for an instant, but it returned, almost on its own, resting there for one second longer than it should have.“I…” I began, but the word died before it could take shape. Because there was nothing to say. There was no justification that fit that moment, no strength enough to hold any sentence until the end.A tear threatened to fall, but I blinked to contain it. I stood and ran to the door, this time without looking back and without allowing myself to feel pain for him. I reached the key in the door lock again and removed it. I opened the door carefully so as not to make noise, because now I truly could not fail anymore. I stepped out and closed the door behind me, turning the key firmly until I heard the click of the lock.I grabbed the cloak from the corner, putting it on in a hurry, hiding everything that needed to be hidden — includin
Slowly.They traced the side and moved toward the inner part of my knee, where the skin was more sensitive, more exposed. The movement was not abrupt, nor accidental… it was firm enough to be felt completely.My reaction came before I could control it.I pressed my legs together slightly, an almost involuntary reflex, trying to contain the sensation rising too fast, too hot.Ravok did not comment.If he noticed — and he always noticed — he did not show it. His face remained concentrated, his eyes lowered, still tending to some insignificant wound.But his fingers did not retreat immediately.They remained there for one instant longer, holding the touch… before only then returning to the safe path of the scratch.He only looked at me when he finished.The touch ceased, but the sensation still seemed trapped on my skin, as if it had not gone away with his fingers. For an instant, the silence stret
Ravok POVI drained the last swallow of whiskey, letting the burn coat my throat before I set the glass on the table.“On the bed. Hands and knees,” I said, my voice calm. My gaze slid to the bed, then to Seraphina, who was still kneeling naked in the corner, her head bowed like a trained pet. “Ye
Melany’s POVThey led me into a white room, and before I could process what was happening, the door slammed shut behind me with a metallic click. I spun around, rage bubbling instantly to the surface, and charged toward the door. “Hey! Cowards!” I shouted, my fists pounding against the hard surfac
Ravok's POVThe only voice in my head was Sorvane’s, as my wolf, Ragnar, had been silent for three hundred years. There had been a time when his presence anchored me, but now, there was only the demon.The haze lifted inside me and I stopped seeing red, the roar in my ears dulled into silence, and
Sorvane did not talk unless he was hungry. “I could eat her whole. Just let me in, Ravok.” And I would give in, because if I did not, the hunger would tear me apart from the inside.I had to buy slaves (women who would end up in my bed and die) just so Sorvane could devour the energy he craved. Ro







