" Ain't you getting too friendly with him?" he hissed, his nostrils flaring. "You are trying me, ain't you? You are doing this to get a reaction out of me. But listen one thing, princess, I am not that easy to provoke. And when I am provoked, I am the worst," he warned her dangerously through his clenched teeth. His unwavering cold glare pinning her to the spot. Rage surged through her being at his claim. She returned his glare with her own. The constant noise of door rapping couldn't break the tension swirling in the room. Anger rolled off them, thickening the air. She held his glare as she opened her mouth to speak. " I am free to be with whoever I want just like you are," her voice had hardened. She continued... "You have absolutely no say in my life. You chose Riva and so I also have a right to choose whoever I want. You will have to play fair, Ryker," she seethed, maintaining their eye contact. Yes, she was spiteful. If he can choose anyone then she is also free to choose
Her mind went blank as she gaped at the woman who once epitomized life in utter shock. What had happened to her She wouldn't have recognized her if not for the tattoo on her saggy cheekbone. She looked lifeless. Her chest tightened in grief. Her heart refused to believe it. This can't be her. Tears flooded her eyes and she clamped a hand over her mouth as a sob threatened to break free. "Who..who is it?" the old woman croaked out. She shook her head but couldn't speak. "Ge..get me the water," Helena grunted weakly. Rosalie whipped her blurry gaze around in search of water. It was kept on a table beside her bed. she hurried over to the table and poured a glass of water. She bit her teeth to keep herself from crying as she helped the woman and made her drink the water. A sob escaped her anyway. "Who..who are you?" Helena queried. Rosalie couldn't speak and just continued to stare at the woman with grief-stricken eyes. Seeing her like this was tearing her heart out. "Rosalie?" the wo
The next day she did her routine of teaching children. The strength of children had doubled over days. The parents were starting to trust her. She taught the kids and attended the meeting. Ryker looked angrier than usual. She didn't feel his gaze on her, not for once. He had disregarded her presence completely.That night after waiting for a while for him she decided to retire to bed. She was sleepy but couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, Helena's face would flash through and she would end up crying in grief. She latched the door and was about to lay in her bed when a knock came. Her heart thudded loudly thinking about the person behind the door. He had come. She steeled her spine and walked over to the door. After unlocking it, she opened the door. Confusion lit her face when she saw the maid standing before her. " Hadar wants to see you in his house," the woman relayed the message. She gave her a nod and turned towards the house. Ryker was pacing the hall when she en
A round table was set on which Rosalie, Ryker, and Helena sat. The maid set the plates. Rosalie watched as Ryker pulled his mother's plate near and sliced her meat into small pieces. Lost memories resurfaced. He used to do that for her too as he didn't want her fragile fingers to exert force. "How are you doing here, Rosalie?" Helena asked, gripping her attention."I am doing good..." she stated with a hesitant smile. She further added, "People here have started to accept me, I guess. I teach children in the morning and then attend meetings. In the evening I practice sword with Antonious."Ryker picked a piece of meat and fed it to his mother and after that, he put one in his mouth. Rosalie wasn't surprised. Helena was too weak to eat on her own. "Antonious?" Helena asked. "Yes, he is my guard. A very nice person," a scoff came from somewhere. Rosalie ignored it and went on admiring Antonious much to someone's annoyance. "He is a bloody traitor," Ryker piped in, glaring at Rosa
She took her position in the bed and he stood between her legs. This time it felt different. They both were restless; one to get it over with and another to do it without holding back. She had to be the most innocent picture of seduction. His fingers itched to savor the smoothness of her skin. He yearned to overindulge in her charm, longed to ride the seductive curve of her mouth. He pressed his cock at her entrance and pierced into her at a slow pace. She clenched the sheet. No matter how gentle he gets, his cock was too large to let her breath in peace. Everytime, it felt like she was being impaled with a rod. Soon, they started moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. The room echoed with wet noise as he sped up his pace. He leaned over her and stared at her face. Her lips were slightly parted as she took shallow breaths. Her eyes were shut, her long dark lashes kissing her skin. A stray lock lay across her face. His fingers itched to touch it. "Let me touch you," his voice hoarse
Rosalie had slowly started to adapt to the lifestyle of barbarians. As time passed, she also noticed barbarians’ lessening aversion towards her. Mostly it had to do with the reforms she brought into the clan. Even though begrudgingly, her opinions were heard and advice followed. Surprisingly, Ryker's disposition too had somewhat softened towards her. Just a little bit. Today she decided to stay home and spend her day with Helena. She waited for Ryker to leave and once he was gone, she entered his house with a big grin. She saw the maid cooking in the kitchen as she walked towards Helena’s room. Did he not eat? She wondered but shook the thought away quickly. The door creaked when she opened it. “Helena, are you awake?” she called softly as she entered the room. It was dark as usual. “Yes, I am. Take me outside, will you?” Helena asked her, lying in her bed. Rosalie nodded and helped her into the chair set beside her bed. Ryker had made this chair, especially for her. It had a sm
“Mother,” he interrupted their conversation. Helena turned to him but Rosalie stiffened. “I hate it when you come home covered in blood, boy?” Helena admonished.“It was Rogues, Mother. Today we hunted the woods and killed each one of them,” exhaustion laced his voice. “Now they won’t be able to hurt anyone,” he snuck a glance at Rosalie. Rosalie’s lips parted and her heartbeat quickened. She couldn’t help turning her head and looking at him. Ryker looked away quickly. He indeed was covered in blood and there were some bruises too. Claw marks, teeth marks, and wounds scattered all over his body. “I’ll go and have a bath,” he blurted out before walking off.“This boy worries me a lot,” Helena sighed. Rosalie looked at her but said nothing. Three plates were set on the table when Ryker returned after showering. His mouth watered at the sight of food. He was starving. He didn’t have breakfast or lunch as he was too busy combing through the woods in search of rogues. He sat down in
“I did it because he is planning against us. He is a traitor and this evidence confirms that” Riva produced a letter and held it up for everyone to see,” I found it in his house,” she stated. It was a letter from the Farang chief that commanded the man to leak important secrets of Akkanth to them. The man was a cleaner by profession and often had to visit the meeting room to clean where important were held. The accused in question was on his knees with his palms joined. He was trembling with fear while he continued to plead for mercy. “Someone has sent it to him,” she added. The man broke into sobs and cried behind his hands while shaking his head. Riva had burned his hut down after finding a doubtful letter from his place.Ryker observed the man, sensing something off. “Kill the traitor..kill the traitor,” the villagers began chanting. A look of horror seized the accused features. “I have a family, Hadar. I don’t know where this letter came from. I swore on Moon Goddess, I am