Chapter Thirteen

Liora slumped into a pool of defeat. Her wrists were tired and raw from struggling against the ropes, her legs were cramped and her lower back flared with pain from being forced to be in that position for hours.

Her main concern wasn’t even for herself, but for Ronin. Why was he trying so hard to get her to hate him? She could feel the need bubbling between them. He hadn’t hurt her too badly up to this point so it wouldn’t be unbearable to be with him.

But boy oh boy was he trying to be– unbearable, that is.

Her throat ached with thirst and her lips were covered in a thin layer of crust. She was going to become ill if someone didn’t come for her soon.

Her body wasn’t as durable as those of a higher designation. She could die in the hot stuffy throne room.

Being alone gave her time to think, so that was a plus. She had to become stronger. Ronin had no intention of mating her and sharing his Alpha status, so she would have to find another way to increase her strength.

They had a grand l