Chapter 7
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Evie followed the maid out of the throne room, The same elderly man who had led her here earlier was waiting just outside the massive doors. He stepped forward with practiced smoothness and gave a small bow.
“Lady Evie, I am Mr. Wayne, the head butler of Ebonspire Fortress. I oversee all the staff and ensure everything runs smoothly for His Majesty. If you need anything at all, please let me know.”
She nodded blankly. As if she didn’t know what a butler was. “Where’s my bag?”
“It has already been taken to your room, my lady. The maid will escort you there now.”
Evie turned to the young maid. She nodded so quickly, Evie almost laughed. Her lips curled up slightly at the corners. “Then lead the way.”
The girl hurried ahead of Evie, clearly terrified.
Jeez, this place was f*****g beautiful. Evie looked around as they walked, taking everything in. The walls were deep black, almost like they absorbed light, but elegant gold lines ran through them like veins of molten metal. The ceilings were high and painted the same dramatic black with gold accents that made the whole fortress feel like a dark palace built for gods. Golden statues of wolves stood guard in alcoves — it looked lifelike. She could kill Isaac just to keep this house. After everything he put her through, it would only be fair.
She was so lost in admiring the place that she didn’t notice the maid had stopped until she called her name softly.
“Lady Evie? This is your room.”
She blinked and focused. She stood in front of a set of tall double doors carved with intricate wolf motifs. She nodded and pushed them open.
She froze for a full thirty seconds.
The room was bigger than anything she had ever seen in her life. It wasn’t just luxurious — it was *personal*. The walls were deep black, but the accents were molten orange-red, exactly like her hellfire. The massive bed had black silk sheets with fiery embroidery that looked like flames dancing across them. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, crystals shaped like falling embers. Even the rugs had subtle patterns of glowing coals. It felt like someone had reached into her soul and built a room around the fire she carried.
She turned to the maid. “Who decorated this room?”
She kept her eyes lowered. “His Majesty did, my lady. He personally oversaw the renovations a few days ago.”
A strange feeling twisted in her chest. She smiled despite herself. “Interesting.”
She stepped inside fully. The maid followed nervously.
“What’s your name?” she asked her.
“Elena, my lady.”
“Nice to meet you, Elena. I’m hungry. Could you get me some food? Anything hot and filling.”
She nodded almost too eagerly. “Right away, my lady.” She left quickly, closing the door behind her.
Evie locked it and finally let herself breathe. After looking around to her heart’s content — touching the soft fabrics, running her fingers over the warm-toned furniture — she stripped off her clothes and walked into the bathroom.
Her mouth fell open in a perfect “O”.
The bathroom was a masterpiece. Black marble everywhere, but the centerpiece was a massive bathtub sunken into the floor. The outside was painted and sculpted to look like flames rising from the ground, surrounding the tub in swirling orange and red. Steam rose invitingly from the water that had already been drawn.
Ashra surged forward inside her, gushing with excitement. *Let me out. I want to shift and roll in this fire.*
She refused. “Not yet. I need to stay in control tonight.”
She sank into the warm water with a long sigh. The heat soaked into her tired muscles soothing every ache from the long journey. For the first time in years, she allowed herself a moment of peace. The water smelled faintly of smoke and cedar — his scent, she realized. Nyx had chosen this too.
She stayed in the bath until her skin pruned, then stepped out and wrapped herself in a soft black bathrobe. It was luxurious, thick, and far too big for her. She didn’t bother tying it tightly.
Just as she walked back into the bedroom, a firm knock sounded on the door.
She assumed it was Elena with the food. She opened the door without thinking.
It wasn’t Elena. It was Me.........
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I couldn’t wait the full thirty minutes.
The moment the doors closed behind her, I felt incredibly hot inside. My c**k was already hard, I needed to release it.
Vesper paced restlessly inside me, demanding I go to her now.I tried to ignore him, but the curse was eating away at my control faster every day. This hybrid was my last chance.
I walked through the corridors of Ebonspire, Servants scattered out of my way like frightened mice.
When I reached the door to her chambers — the Queen’s rooms I had specially prepared with black and molten red tones to match the fire I knew was in her — I didn’t knock gently. I rapped my knuckles hard against the wood.
The door opened almost immediately.
Evie Throne stood there in nothing but a loose black bathrobe, water still glistening on her skin. The robe wasn’t even tied properly. It had slipped open at the front, revealing the soft curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, and the tempting line of her thigh. Droplets of water traced down her neck and disappeared between her cleavage. Her long black hair with those crimson streaks was damp, clinging to her shoulders. Her golden-amber eyes widened slightly in surprise.
*Goddess…* I thought, my jaw tightening. *What if a guard had been the one to knock? What if one of those worthless fools had seen her like this?*
I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, forcing her to back up. The door clicked shut behind me with finality. The room smelled like her now . It made my body burn hotter.
“What are you doing here?” Evie asked, her was voice sharp but steady. She didn’t try to close the robe fully.
I stared down at her, letting my gaze linger openly on her exposed skin. “If a guard had come instead of me and seen you like this…” My voice came out low and dangerous. “I would have torn his eyes out and fed them to him. No one else gets to see what’s mine.”
Evie lifted her chin, meeting my eyes without fear. “Relax. I knew a guard wouldn’t come tonight. It was either you or Elena — the maid I sent to get food. I’m not stupid.”
Her calm defiance only made my c**k harder. I stepped closer, towering over her. The heat radiating from her body called to the beast in me.
“Thirty minutes are up,” I said,my voice rough. “I told you to prepare yourself. Are you ready for me, Hellspawn?”
Evie’s lips curved into a small, challenging smile. The bathrobe slipped a little more, revealing even more smooth olive skin. “I’m ready to remind you that I’m not one of your previous weak queens who died screaming under you.”
I reached out and caught the loose tie of her robe, tugging it slowly. The fabric parted further. “Good. Because tonight I’m going to pin you down on that bed, spread those pretty thighs, and sink my c**k so deep inside your tight p***y you’ll feel me for days. I’m going to knot you until you can’t breathe. I’m going to fill you with so much c*m you’ll be dripping for hours. And we’ll see if your precious hellfire can keep you alive until morning.”
I could see the faint glow in her eyes and feel the temperature in the room rising.
Evie didn’t back down. “You talk a lot for a cursed king who’s already buried three wives. What makes you think I’ll be any different?”
I grabbed her chin firmly, tilting her face up to mine. “Because none of them had fire like you. None of them made my wolf this f*****g crazy. But don’t mistake that for mercy.”
She held my gaze, but her breathe quickened. I could smell her scent changing — that smoky defiance mixing with something warmer, something unwillingly aroused. It drove me wild.
I leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “Take off the robe. Get on the bed. Or I’ll rip it off and bend you over right here.”
Evie’s hand moved to the tie of her robe, her fingers hovering on it. For a second I thought she might fight me. Part of me hoped she would. The beast in me wanted the struggle.
Instead, she gave me that dangerous little smile again. “You’re going to regret pushing me, Nyx.”
The way she said my name — not “Your Majesty,” not with fear — sent a fresh wave of raw lust through me.
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