Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)

by Eva Ashwood

“Wrong answer.” My voice comes out gruff and hard with emotion, and I don’t even try to hide it. “You’re fucking wrong if you think that. You’re not ruined. You’re strong as hell. You’re a queen, with four men who would all get on our knees for you. We wouldn’t want you so damn bad if you weren’t steel all the way through, baby girl. You’re not. Fucking. Ruined.”

“Please come back to me, baby,” I whisper roughly. “Don’t do this. Don’t let the darkness take you. You’re stronger than this, I know it. Please. Come back to us. We fucking need you.”

“You’re not broken. You’re a fucking warrior, through and through. You hear me, goddammit? You’re strong enough to survive this.”

“The way you’re taking him. How open you are. You’re so fucking good for letting him in like this. There’s never been anyone as perfect for us as you.”

There’s a word written there, the raised, swollen cuts stark against the rest of my skin. Ours.

“Wow. That’s very Zen of you,” I tease. “You’re like a psychotic, murderous Winnie the Pooh.”

“Is this what you want?” he asks me in that rough voice. “You want me to mark what’s ours? So you can’t forget who you belong to?”

And maybe it still is, but there’s a whole new part of myself that I’ve found because of you.”

Let the whole fucking world know. River is ours. Ours to protect. Ours to worship. Our fucking queen.

“I knew from the first minute I met you that you were as crazy as I am,” I tell her. “I fucking like that.”