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July 17 - July 19, 2025
His words from back in that throne room, his eyes so full of sorrow as he whispered soft words against my lips, drift through my mind. I wasn’t trying to sabotage you, little rebel. I was trying to save you. From this.
“So maybe I should leave you here for a while to teach you a lesson about disobedience.” His eyes glint. “And because you look really fucking hot in handcuffs.”
Mabona’s fucking tits, one day, I swear I’m going to be the strong and powerful one standing before him while he kneels on the floor.
“If you ever touch her again, I’ll break your fucking hands. She’s mine. Got it?”
“Because if I have to see you in this collar one fucking second more than absolutely necessary, I’m going to start killing people.”
“So hate me all you want, little rebel. And fight me all you want in private. But out here, in public, you need to act as if I’m your God.”
Grabbing the collar of his armor, I yank his face down closer to mine while a matching smirk full of challenge spreads across my own mouth. “You’re going to regret that wish. Because inside these walls, I’m going to become your worst nightmare, and I won’t stop until you bow down before your own personal Queen of Hell.”
a gasp escapes me when Draven lowers himself to his knees. “You’re right,” he says, tilting his head back so that he meets my gaze. “I kneel for nothing and no one.” His golden eyes burn like flames, searing right through my soul. “But for you… For you, I would kneel.”
“Because you’re mine.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Your life slave?” “No. Mine. In every sense of the word.”
In his eyes, I am enough. And not just enough. I’m somehow… more.
“For someone who said he was going to punish me, you don’t look very angry,” I observe. “I’m not.” That burning desire from before flares up in his eyes again as he holds my gaze, and that devilish smile on his lips widens. “Do you have any idea how hot you are when you’re cocky and confrontational?” My heart skips a beat. “Challenging me in front of my entire clan like that?” He flicks a possessive glance up and down my body. “So fucking hot. All I wanted to do was to bend you over a table and take you right then and there to show them all that you are fucking mine.”
Holding his gaze, I slide my hand up to his jaw. He kisses my fingers. “Don’t ever hold back against me.” His eyes burn through my very soul. “Don’t ever suppress your fire.”
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“How did you know that I was in danger?” I shout at him again. “How did you know where I was?” “Because you’re my mate!”
“Because I’m your mate,” I finish for him, the words coming out in a strangled whisper. That pain and desperation flicker across Draven’s face for a moment. Then he repeats, so softly that my heart aches, “Because you’re my mate.”
“Don’t ever apologize for crying. It’s not a weakness. It’s a sign that you’ve had to be strong for too long.”
he tilts my head back and then leans down so that his lips almost brush mine. “You are mine. It’s time the world knows that.”
“I’ve been falling for you for years, from afar, but then I truly got to know you during the Atonement Trials.” A wistful smile blows across his handsome face. “And then that day when you patted my cheek and said good talk, I fell in love with you utterly and completely.”
