"He saved you?" Ryker turned towards her. "Yes. He saved me from the rogues. Where is he?" "Chained up in the dungeons," Ryker answered flatly. Her eyes turned wide in shock before narrowing in anger. "Why have you chained him up? He has saved me," she snapped. "Now I know," he retorted. He thought Antoious was lying.Rosa heaved a sigh. "Take me where he is. I want to see him," she stated and began getting down from the bed. As soon as she moved, the throb in her head grew into a hard hammering. Ryker was quick to block her way with his giant frame. His eyebrows furrowed together. "You will not see him. He is dangerous," he refused her in a stern tone. "Whether he is dangerous or not, it is for me to decide. Now move," she told him just as sternly. There was no way she was going to let her savior endure another minute of torture as she stood alive. "Why do you never listen?" he clenched his fists tight, his frustration shining through his hardened eyes. Rosalie let o

Ryker had agreed to her demand but he still had his doubts about Antonious. The man had betrayed the whole clan by sharing their secrets with another clan. The man didn't even care to defend himself when his dirty deeds came to light. Ryker should have killed him but instead only banished the man from the clan. Now he was back. With what intention?He had no idea how she managed to force "yes" out of him but the deed was done. He couldn't back out on his words now. But he can't also let her be alone with him. The thought kept him awake the whole night. And also a regret. Why did he let his emotions take over him? He had vowed to never show her emotions. The next morning he sent for Rosalie. He was going to keep her with him as long as he could. That way, he would also be able to keep an eye on Antonious and protect his future heir. Yes, his future heir. That's the only reason he wants her with him and away from Antonious. It had nothing to do with his possessive nature, he assu

" 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

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

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