《His To Claim》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Everyone's eyes gravitated towards her when she entered the hall. The place where she was going to be sacrificed. Silence was profound as the lookers assessed the bride. She heard low whisperings of how beautiful she was looking. Everyone was captivated by her beauty. She would have enjoyed the compliments if she was being mated to her mate. But right now nothing mattered. She felt like a puppet who was supposed to follow what she was told. She wasn't supposed to have a heart but the fate couldn't be more cruel. Her throat was dry and eyes stinging with tears as she slowly closed the distance between the Prince and her. She was being escorted by Amira. Due to some reasins her family couldn't make it. They had sent their wishes and apology. Sabrina had never felt this lonely. As she reached the steps a hand came into her vision. Cyrus' hand. She balled her hands into a fist. Every part of her being was screaming at her to not hold that hand. That hand didn't belogn with her. Unwitt

Sabrina begged Cyrus to not defile her but Cyrus ignored her pleadings and forcefully pressed the tip of his cock against her opening. The unwanted touch caused Sabrina to quak in terror and she started shaking her head vigorously. Tears flowed down the corner of her eyes and into her hair. "One of these days, I am going to fuck you in front of him just to see his recation," said Cyrus menacingly. Sabrina didn't what to do to make him stop. She watched him with hopeless eyes as he laughed out but then something strange happened. His laughter sudden;y died down and his face contorted in pain. Cyrus stumbled back clutching his chest. His face flushed red. Sabrina's eyes became wide and she crawled away from him in horror when she saw a streak of blood dripping down his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes at the same time. The sight was bloodcurdling. She couldn't understand what was happening. Not a moment later, the prince slumped down on his knees and moaned in excruciating pain. Sabrina wa

Sabrina felt like she was in some nightmare as she watched Elizah smoothly slitting the one of his own men's throat sending the thick red liquid gurgle out from the split. The guard jerked violently before falling to the floor, dead. Sabrina felt sick to her stomach. A drop of tear trail down her bruised cheek. After takign care of the guard, Elizah quickly dashed over to her. He grabbed her trembling hand with his steady bloody one and started leadding her towards the exit. His expression was stern and unyeilding just like his hold. Sabrina followed him sniffeling quietly. She was scared, scarred, and drowning in guilt. Elizah had taken up swords against his own people for her. This is not what she wanted. Cyrus was dead. He died right in front of her eyes. Everything changed in just a few hours. From being the celebrated bride she was now a convicted murderer. What happened? The answer was hidden behind the thick fog of mystery. Did the witch misjudge her. Maybe she w

Sabrina breathed in his scent and instantly felt at ease. The calming effect of his presence wasn't lost on her. There was no awkwardness. Holding him felt natural to her as if it was his responsibilty to protect her and it was her right to flourish under his protection. Her soft sobs had long ceased but she didn't want to move away. She waited for him to push her away. Elizah felt his control slipping away at the feel of her soft body pressed against his hard one. She looked calmer now. He should push her away. The only thing was that he wasn't able to do it. He couldn't bring himself to seperate his body from hers no matter how much his mind chided him. This woman had played with his heart before crushing it brutally then why wasn't he able to push her away. Why was he having this urge to grab her waist and yank her flushed against him so that he could feel her every inch. Sabrina was the one who finally drew away and looked up in his eyes. Those amber flames were devoid of any

Sabrina woke up with a start. Her heart was slamming hard against her chest and her body was covered in cold sweat. Her frantic eyes looked around in absolute fear. The nightmare had felt so real. Cyrus had returned to kill her. Her death blazing murederously in his dark orbs. He had almost stabbed her with his sword when her dream had broken. Her eyes welled up as she reminisced the incident. It was tattooed in her mind like a dark omen. She had never seen a sight that terrorising. It was going to haunt her all her life. She pulled her legs up and buried her face between her shaking knees. She sobbed quietly. Moments passed before she lifted her head and wiped her tears. She glanced at Elizah who was deep in sleep. The exhaustion had made him dead to the world. Sabrina felt drawn to his comforting aura. His presence soothing. She wanted to be near him. So close that no negative thoughts would be able to touch her. Overwhelmed by her need, she pulled to her feet and padded over to