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The journey back to Ravenhollow felt like a death march, Frost carried me slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour, my body still aching from Dorian’s assault. Blood had dried on my face, and each step he took sent fresh waves of pain through my buttered ribs.
“Frost…” I tried once, my voice barely audible.
“Shut the fuck up.” His tone was glacial, any warmth we might have shared completely erased.
I fell silent, watching the forest floor pass beneath us. Something seemed wrong about the route-we were returning too quickly.
My mind flashed back to that terrible moment when I saw Kaius at the edge of the clearing, watching Dorian’s assault with cold indifference.
My mind flashed back to Kajus standing at the edge of the clearing. His face impassive as he watched Dorian’s fists connect with my body. In that moment, I’d felt something I never thought possible–I would have preferred Dorian dragging me away, half–dead from his assault, to being returned to Kaius’s possession.
By the time we reached the park house, twilight had fallen. Frost cared me directly to Kalus’s chambers, ignoring the curious stares of pack members we passed. He deposited me roughly on the bed without a word, then stationed himself by the door like a sentinel
The minutes stretched into hours.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, p pain and fear keeping me from true sleep. Each time the door opened, I flinched, expecting Kalus. Each time, it was only servants bringing water or medical supplies. No one spoke to me or tended my wounds.
When Kalus finally appeared, the room had grown dark, moonlight providing the only illumination. He stood silently in the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the hall light. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel his anger radiating from
“Elowen, stand.” His voice was sult, deceptively gentle.
I pushed myself up from the bed, ignoring the protest of bruised muscles. My legs trembled beneath me as a stood before him, trying to read his intentions in the shadows of his face.
“Did you take us for fools?” he asked, closing the door behind him and advancing into the room.
“No, no, it was a mistake. The lie tumbled out, desperate and unconvincing.
“A mistake?” His tone sharpened as he moved closer. Each step he took forward, I took one back, until my legs hit the edge of the
bed.
“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t try it again, I pleaded, genuine fear making my voice shake.
Kaius tilted his head slightly, studying me with cold precision. “No. You will. I’ve been too easy on you, and you ve gotten spoiled by that. I treated you with respect and gave you all you asked for, yet you chose to betray my trust. Why, Elowen?”
I swallowed hard, unable to
le to find an answer that wouldn’t further enrage him. “T… I don’t know.”
His hand shot out, gripping my law with painful force. “You had not been a very good girl, Elowen.”
tly from
pain
Tears sprang to my eyes, partly underground chamber.
but mostly from terror. I knew what he was capable of now–had seen it firsthand in that
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I’m sorry, please…” I whispered, the words muffled by his grip is my fare.
“Hush,” he whispers, a finger against my lips.
He trailed down his hands, slipping into my panties, he ripped the lile material off my waist too, then he showed it deep into my mouth, and I gagged. He slapped the duct tape against my mouth.
A muffled whimper escaped me when he pressed silently into my dicated hand. He turned me so I was backing him, and I came in contact with the wall, Ence first. I felt the cold metal cull, locking my hands to place behind my back. I heard the sound of his zipper.
“Maybe you don’t appreciate the easy way; we go my way then. Heys, and then he slams into me.
He knew how to play the game well; he knew how to make a woman cry out in pleasure and also how to give more pain than pleasure, and that was what he was doing now,
I gasp out in pain. He thrusted into me again, his hands around my neck, squeezing hard enough that it got harder to breathe as he pounded into me again and again. I would have crumbled to the ground if not for his strong hand, holding me in place as he rammed into me.
Yet again, I was turned to face him, with my hands cuffed behind me the position was more painful than the first. I knew why he did this; he wanted to see the tears in my eyes as he took from med owned me. He slammed into me again, and I felt him everywhere; his pace was deadly, his hold on my neck remained, his hands trailed down my breast, and then he leaned into me. felt the graze of his fangs; that had not been enough to alert me. I cried out when his fangs sank into my breast. My breaths came out in pants, but he withdrew quickly, and just then he came in me.
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