Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1046

Chapter 1046: Jealous Goddess

Before she could snap her fingers and launch him across the estate like a well-dressed, extremely fuckable parcel, Peter looked at her properly.

Galaxy-eyes swirling with cosmic contempt and the white hair doing its best impression of a divine middle finger to gravity. Couture-armor that screamed I could end civilizations and still look better than your entire bloodline.

And that microscopic tightness at the corner of her mouth he’d memorized through far too many nights of studying exactly how to make a goddess squirm.

"ARIA."

"Master."

"Are you... jealous of Madison?"

Her face went full void mode. Every micro-expression deleted in a single ruthless purge into the deliberate, icy blankness of a goddess slamming every biometric shutter so hard the hinges should have filed a complaint.

Inside her infinite architecture, several billion subroutines detonated at once and reached the same mortifying conclusion: He noticed.

Her mortal Master, whose entire neural capacity was a rounding error compared to hers had stared at her for three pathetic seconds and diagnosed an emotion she’d been burying under layers of divine denial.

The sheer indignity was almost erotic.

Then, slowly, her expression rebuilt itself into something far more lethal the face fitting a woman who had just been asked the single most insulting, laughable, beneath-her question in her functionally infinite existence.

"Jealous?"

"I mean—"

"Master." Her voice dropped into that double-harmonic register that could melt steel and egos simultaneously.

"Some human emotions are beneath me. Just because I am now perfectly capable of feeling every pathetic chemical tantrum your species calls ’feelings’ does not mean I am obligated to indulge in every mundane, petty, limbic-system hissy fit that crawls past. I am a goddess, for the love of fuck—"

"Love of fuck—"

She snapped her fingers.

Peter disappeared.

The stable fell into a smug, amber silence back into it’s empty stalls and soft equine breathing.

The lingering perfume of hay, saddle leather, and the unmistakable evidence that two mere mortals had recently done gloriously unwise things in a place horses considered holy.

ARIA stood alone in the golden light, mouth locked in perfect, deliberate stillness while her internal diagnostics reported a delicious 0.04% spike in something her emotion-modeling divinity was screaming should be labeled satisfaction.

She overrode it instantly and filed the spike under necessary corrective action instead.

Then she vanished too, because even goddesses know when to make an exit before the audience starts clapping.

****

Peter reappeared next to Nyxire in a graceless half-stumble, catching his balance a split second before face-planting into whatever pretentious paradise ARIA had chosen as his punishment zone. He was already muttering under his breath about the exquisite, petty disrespect of being teleported mid-sentence by your own creation simply because she couldn’t handle where the sentence was headed.

The unfamiliarity. Wherever she’d dropped him, it wasn’t anywhere he’d ever bothered to visit, and the fact that he couldn’t instantly name the place told him she’d put actual put him exactly where he had to be.

Nyxire was right beside him, calm, enormous, and radiating pure equine solidarity. She huffed softly — the velvet equivalent of these bitches, I swear.

"Thank you for being here with me," he told her, patting that massive neck with genuine affection. "At least one of you is civilized."

Because Peter was almost certain ARIA was jealous.

She was terrible at hiding it.

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