All Chapters of The Viking's Mate Hunt : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I didn’t know what to say if I was supposed to say anything at all. But there was no doubt in my mind that this was real; this was not Toke. I saw it, felt it, and smelled it. Loki, what a strange name. Suddenly, my eyes widened; Loki! Like the freaking trickster god Loki? He chuckled, leaned back, and started dragging his fingers through his hair. Looking down at himself, he wrinkled his nose while trying to adjust the collar of his shirt—or rather, the missing collar of his shirt. “The god, like the trickster god?” “Ah, please! Don’t use that degrading profanity! It was all a joke from Thor, and of course, his words are etched with gold, so that is the name that stuck in the books! Ridiculous if you ask me! But yes, I am a god!” Pride was not enough to cover this man's sense of self-love, even when he was so obviously uncomfortable with Toke’s choice of clothes. “Why are you here? Don’t you have better things to do?” Even the way he arched his brow was different, even when usi

The pain was immense, not only because rows of teeth flared up my skin and flesh but also because of the burning sensation. Hidden beneath the pain was my conscious being, unable to scream or object; I just was. I expected her to drain me, like a vampire from the movies I’ve seen, sucking me dry. But instead, a burning liqueur surged through my veins, tearing through every inch of my body, boiling me from the inside, and for a second, I panicked; what if she was killing Drifta? I didn’t know how this wolf thing worked, and I was unsure if she could be found inside me, like any other organ. My fingers were trembling, and a spasm-like sensation attacked my muscles. I felt that I was losing control of myself bit by bit. But despite all the pain, despite that Nida was the one to inflict all this on me, her arms reached around me and carefully helped me down when my knees gave in. Kneeling on the wet and dark floor, all that kept me up now was her tight embrace. The tunnel vision shrank

“What do you think you’re doing? Stop!” Both my feet were already strapped to the chair, and now he reached for my arm. Loki watched the spectacle like it was a new and intriguing show never shown before, but I didn’t care about him or his amused face. He could rot in hell for all I care. No, actually, I hope Thor shoots a massive thunderbolt up his ass! My focus was on that so-called king! I’d long forgotten about his alluring appearance; all I saw now was a wicked man hiding behind a title to do whatever he pleased! A loud screech cut through the room when the chair scraped against the hard floors, and his jaws tightened as my hand slipped out of his grasp. But despite the fighting, despite adrenaline rushing through my body, I knew deep down I had no chance. My feet were stuck, the chair was massive, and I only managed to push it half a centimeter. To top it all off, I’m currently about to be strapped down, by a dragon, in a god damned caste far above the freaking clouds! After a

I had a weak moment, and that was all it was. I scowled at Arcane but quickly looked away, freaking out that he would see me and misunderstand it. I mean, who could even blame me? I shouldn’t even be here! To be honest, nobody should be here at all. Werewolves and fey, sometimes I still wonder if I just fell asleep reading again. But no such luck; it was all real. Everything here was so genuine. Once, I dreamed about this, diving into my favorite book and being swooped off my feet by a drop-dead gorgeous vampire or werewolf. Letting out a deep sigh of frustration again, I found myself scowling at Arcane. He had apologized over and over again. I believed him, too, believed that he didn’t mean to make me cry or hurt. So, like a characteristic damsel in distress, I cried in his arms. Found solace and comfort in his massive arms. I didn’t object when he lifted me off my feet and carried me over to a little bench by the railings. I didn’t object when he sat me down and put his arm around

He said something, but I didn’t hear it, or at least understand it. Baffled, I turned around and studied the room he led me to. My head is spinning out of control, almost to the point that I’m beginning to fear he is playing with my mind. This King is impossible to understand! One minute, he talked about horrible science projects, showing me cells and glass cages and giving me a history lesson he was proud to know. Promise he will take me down to that horrid dungeon, and I swear I thought my freedom would end right then and there. But instead, he keeps talking and continues pulling me down the hall. Now I’m here? It doesn’t make sense at all. The room is enormous! Two widows show off that magical view I saw earlier, a king-size bed filled with pillows of different sizes and colors. A beautiful and thick bedspread was neatly placed beneath all the pillows. The room had its own personal bathroom, and even from here, I could see the bathtub and the luxury details of gold and blue shimmer