IVY'S POV
“No!” I thrashed, every limb rebelling as I strained against the chains. “Get your filthy hands off me! You’re all monsters!”
The burn of the restraints cut deeper, but I didn’t care. My voice tore through the chamber like a wounded beast. “You think this makes you powerful? You think having your way with a chained woman makes you a king? You’re nothing, Alpha. Nothing but a coward too weak to accept rejection. Your mate despised you. I despise you too!”
The Alpha stood in front of me, unshaken. His eyes gleamed—not with rage, but something worse. Hunger. Satisfaction. Humor.
He turned to the sorcerer, his voice low, almost casual. “If I spill my seed into her… will it hold?”
The sorcerer’s breath caught, then his face lit up as if struck by divine revelation.
“Oh… oh, my K
