Mated to the Alien Warlord: Warlords of Thyre by Bella Blair

Author:Bella Blair [Blair, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

At some point I was so exhausted, I slumped against Cryeogh, no matter how much I despised him, and fell into a restless sleep until night fell and we made camp.

Cryeogh wordlessly bound my hands in front of me after he lifted me off the horse. A few scraggy trees surrounded a small, dirty pond, and he tied the other end of my bindings to one of them, while Wrynn and his men were tied to another group of trees on the other end. Too far to talk to.

Tents were erected, fires were built, and the aroma of stew simmering in a pot filled the air. I feared I would be too scared to eat even if they offered something but was ready to force myself to do so for the baby and because I would need all my strength if I wanted to find a way out of this near-impossible situation.

Once they took me to Slotenburg, Fionbyr's stronghold, there would be no escaping. No army, not even all the warlords and the khazar combined, would be able to take Slotenburg down, which had been designed to keep Udruns at bay and Vandall's from venturing deeper into Thyre territory if they made it past the coast.

The only way to take Slotenburg would be to lay siege, and that would seal my fate just as much as everybody else's inside.

I turned my back to the camp and tried to gnaw on my bindings, but the leather was of excellent quality, and I stopped because I realized I would never be able to loosen the knot.

Frustrated tears welled in my eyes when a kick to my thighs startled me. I cried out against the unexpected harsh treatment and rose to my feet.

"Come. You will give me company in my tent tonight," Cryeogh ordered, pulling a knife to separate my bindings from the tree and yanking me forward with the severed end.

"Do not dare lay a hand on her," Wrynn fumed, rising to his feet and tearing at his bindings.

A new fear rushed through me; one I 'mercifully hadn't considered yet. But when Wrynn shouted his words, that fear tore through me like a hot lance before I turned icy cold, so cold I began to shake.

"There is nothing you can do about it, Wrynn. I can do whatever I please with her. I could even let my males have a turn, and all you can do is watch." He pretended to think about his idea. "Now that I'm considering it… you might enjoy the show."

"You dirty bastard. Do not lay a hand on a kallini, a lady!" Wrynn fumed.

My legs turned to mush, and I faltered, but Cryeogh's hands fisted in my hair kept me on my feet.

"Lucky for you I don't enjoy an audience," he smirked and pulled me into his tent.

"Now let's see what you're hiding underneath that gown," he pulled his knife out again, and backing up, I screamed.

He advanced with his knife in one hand, while he rubbed himself between his legs with the other.

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