Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER NINE

Sierra's POV

My body trembles slightly as I manage to push my trembling legs forward and make my way towards the mansion. A firm and relentless voice in my head won’t stop echoing that it’s them.

Riven. Rafe. Nightmoor.

I rack my brain—trying to remember if the car that took us to the hotel last night looks anything like this, but I can’t. I was already so horny as hell that I didn’t even remember anything else.

Pathetic, Sierra. Pathetic.

But why would they come here?

What would they come to do?

My throat tightens so much that I can’t answer the salutation of the staff. I can’t. I just walk past them, towards the door—each step feels like I’m closer to my death as my chest keeps hammering.

If they are the ones here, then I’m really doomed for. I might not only lose my place here, but also my dignity. The news of this would travel round the country and then….

I reach for the doorknob that seems like a dagger in my hand and twist it open. I step into the room and f**k… my breath catches.

It feels like the entire world blurs out, leaving just the three of us in it. Me and them. Them.

Riven and Rafe.

Dressed in sharp dark fitted suits, sitting with Varek inside the living room. Not the palace. In our personal mansion.

My eyes and mouth widen in shock as I try to make sense of the scene unfolding before me. Not like I haven’t sensed that they might be the ones, but because of the way they are talking to Varek like they are best friends. Like they’ve known each other since forever.

But then?

Riven’s lips curl mockingly as he speaks with Varek, who hasn’t even noticed me yet because his back is turned to me. Then Rafe crosses his legs and winks at him like he’s enjoying the way I’m about to go insane.

“Oh, Luna Sierra is here,” Riven says smoothly, like he has never met me in a decade. Like he didn’t just call me baby while teaching me how to suck their c***s last night. Like he didn’t say he would kidnap Varek and let him watch while they both f**k me.

It’s only then that Varek notices me and looks back. His lips curl into a broad smile that I haven’t seen in years.

What the hell is happening to Varek and me? Our bond?

He can’t even perceive my scent?

“My Luna,” he says, springing up to his feet, and he’s beside me in seconds. “Look who we have here? The prince of the Nightmoor Pack.” He wraps his hands around my wrist and drags me forward.

I follow behind him, my chest pounding and my hands tightening around the bag straps like it’s the only thing stopping me from sinking into the ground.

“Luna Sierra,” they chorus, bowing slightly. “It’s been a while,” Riven adds, but I swear that I can hear a hint of mockery in his voice.

No words come to my mind. I open my mouth several times and close it back.

My wolf is jumping around in circles. My body? I can’t even explain what’s going on with it. And I know my body and wolf are not reacting to my husband. They’re reacting to them. The cold-gazed princes.

Varek’s brows knit in anger. He leans closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist—his fingers digging into my flesh—a subtle way of reprimanding me.

“Don’t be rude, Sierra,” he whispers, his breath warm against mine. “They might be your brother’s best friends but don’t forget they are also the great princes of the Nightmoor Pack.”

The moment he says that, I relax my nerves a little. For him to talk about them in such high esteem only means they haven’t said anything about us yet. I force a smile at them.

“My princes,” I say, my voice steadier than I’d expect. “Welcome to the Moon Eclipse Pack.”

Riven and Rafe stare at me briefly and nod.

Deadpan silence falls between us for a while, and I feel like they are speaking to each other through the mindlink.

Finally, Varek clears his throat. “Go upstairs and rest, my Luna.”

His voice is just as melodious as when he talked to me six years ago when he promised to protect me. I stare into his eyes and I see him. The man I fell in love with.

Why is he so nice today?

Isn’t he the same man that said I wasn’t attractive yesterday?

Or did he by any chance regret everything and is willing to fix our marriage?

“We need to discuss something really important,” he adds.

My stomach sinks. If they want me to leave, would they tell him everything?

I exchange glances with the twins, who wear unreadable expressions with smirks curled up on their lips, and then back to Varek, who looks like he would lose his patience very soon.

“Alright, I’ll leave you three to it,” I say, my voice trembling slightly as a wave of unease crashed down on me.

I turn and thank Goddess my legs don’t buckle as I climb the stairs, each step heavier than the last.

When I get to the top of the stairs, I glance back briefly and they are already talking in low whispers.

I make my way to the bedroom. The moment I slam the door shut behind me, I gasp, my fear trembling and the hairs at the back of my neck standing erect.

I pace around the room, running a hand through my hair as frustration courses through me. Minutes pass and it feels like eternity—this is the longest I have had to wait in my entire life.

I can't sit; I can't stand still.

Just a voice echoing inside me that I'm in trouble.

What are they talking about?

God… please.

Minutes pass before the door slams open with an intensity that seems like it’s going to rip it off its hinges, and Varek storms in like a ragged beast, his eyes dark—almost beastly. His fangs pressing down on his lower lips and his claws elongated.

Did they tell him?

Of course, they did. That’s the only reason that could explain this scary transformation.

Before I know what’s happening, Varek i

s by my side. He wraps his hands around my throat, his claws digging into my flesh; pain coursing through my veins.

I gasp, and it feels like I’m going to stop breathing anytime soon. My weak hands reach out, tapping his hand slightly. “You’re hurting me?”

“You w***e,” he thunders.