Evaline:
Kieran’s presence lingered long after he was gone.
Unlike Lucian’s suffocating dominance or Oscar’s disgust, Kieran’s gaze hadn’t been filled with hatred. He had studied like I was a puzzle, one he was trying to solve.
And it unsettled .
I couldn’t afford to be under the scrutiny of any of them, not when I was already walking on fragile ground.
While at first I was almost ready to accept my end and greet it with open arms, I wanted to survive now. I wasn’t sure exactly what made change my mind, maybe it was because I didn’t want these Rogue Kings to feel like they had won.
After spending these few days here, I realized that survival ant staying invisible.
I forced myself to finish scrubbing the last section of the hallway before dragging my aching body back toward the servant quarters.
I was making my way through the long hallway leading to the servant quarters, when Sera suddenly appeared at the other end and her sharp gaze landed on .
"Took you long enough," she snapped. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice you slacking off?"
I bit the inside of my cheek, and despite knowing better, I ended up opening my mouth. "I wasn’t slacking off."
Her lips curled into a sneer. "Oh? Then what exactly were you doing in the western wing for so long?"
I hesitated, but she didn’t need to answer.
Her gaze darkened as she stepped closer. "Don’t think I didn’t hear about your little run-in with Alpha Kieran."
I stiffened at her words.
Of course. Gossip spread like wildfire among the servants.
Sera’s voice dropped into a sharp whisper as she continued, "Are you trying to crawl your way into the Alphas’ favor, whore?"
I clutched my hands into tight fists, causing my nails to dig into my palms. I had learned long ago that defending myself would only make things worse. But this ti, the accusation burned.
I lifted my gaze to hers before speaking, "I bumped into him by accident."
Sera scoffed. "And Oscar? Was that an accident, too?"
I clenched my jaw, refusing to take the bait.
Her eyes glead with cruelty. "You are nothing but a pest here, Eva. You should have died with the rest of your pathetic pack."
The words sliced through like a blade, but I didn’t let it show.
She smirked at my silence, feeling satisfied. "Since you have so much energy to loiter around, you can clean the kitchen floors after dinner."
I wanted to protest, but the fear of consequences helped keeping my mouth shut this ti. I bowed my head and muttered. "Understood."
She clicked her tongue. "And don’t think for a second you’ll get a proper al tonight. You’ll take whatever’s left, if there is anything."
With that, she turned and stalked away, leaving standing there with the weight of my exhaustion pressing down on .
I knew it was only going to get worse.
Sera was angry because of Oscar’s outburst at her. And she had chosen as her punching bag.
As for , I had no choice but to endure it.
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As night arrived and I lay down on my bed, sleep once again refused to co easily.
My body was aching from exhaustion, and my stomach felt hollow from the lack of food, but it wasn’t hunger or pain that kept awake... it was the past, one that had refused to let go.
As I finally drifted into unconsciousness, the nightmare ca. But this ti, it wasn’t like the ones I had beco accustod to over the years.
No.
This ti, it was him.
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The scent of sandalwood and musk surrounded . It was thick and intoxicating, making my head spin.
I couldn’t see him because of the blindfold covering my eyes.
But... I was able to feel him. Every inch of him.
His touch was fire, searing against my skin as he traced the curve of my waist. His rough palms skimd the softness of my exposed body, making shiver.
I never thought that being with Ethan would feel like this.
My Ethan.
The man I had loved, the man I had wanted to give my everything to.
And yet, I couldn’t help but kept feeling that sothing was different.
His grip was stronger, more possessive than I had imagined. His touch burned hotter, sending waves of need through that I had never felt before.
And the way he kissed ... desperate, hungry... like a man starved.
His lips devoured mine, stealing my breath, leaving weak beneath him as he pressed into the soft sheets.
My body responded to him even before my mind could catch up. I was arching into him, craving more.
"Mine," he growled against my lips, his voice sounding deeper than usual.
I would have paid more attention to this slight difference if not for the strange sensation I felt coursing through at that one word. That feeling curled deep in my stomach, making my heart race.
Fated mates.
Was this what it felt like?
Ethan had never spoken about mates, had never cared for the bond. But now, as he moved above , his body molding against mine, I swore I could feel it. It was an undeniable pull, a connection that was deeper than anything I had ever known.
I gasped as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth scraping over my sensitive skin.
"Say it," he murmured against my throat. His voice was too low that it was a surprise I even heard him in the first place.
"Say what?" I whispered, barely able to think.
"Say you are mine."
My heart started pounding. I was ready to say it, to believe it. But just as I opened my mouth, sothing stopped .
For the briefest mont, I felt a flicker of uncertainty.
But then, pain consud only to be replaced by pleasure monts later. Suddenly, there was too much going on.
It was a sharp, overwhelming sensation as he claid completely, as he took everything I had to offer, leaving breathless beneath him.
My fingers dug into his back as my body surrendered to his.
And then, his na tore from my lips... Ethan.
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