Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The king’s bestrothed

Arianna’s heart raced even more as she stood paralyzed, the King’s warm breath brushed her skin, his finger trailing up to her neck and collared it in a possessive manner.

She didn’t like this, didn’t like the heat starting to spread through her body.

Was he going to hurt her? She had heard of ruts and the uncontrollable desire that came with them-the periods of intense, primal urgency that not even the most civilized of her kind could resist.

His nose buried his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, as if her scent intoxicating. He then let out a low, throaty groan of satisfaction.

“Take your clothes off, get on the bed, all on four.” His voice rough and thick with command, making her nerves tense.

Arianna gritted her teeth, her eyes shut. “P…please,” her voice came out like broken waves. A guttural growl of warning followed, an angry one that made her shiver. 1