My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 142

Irina

He increased his pace, his fingers digging slightly deeper into my skin, but there was no real power behind it. There was no feral aggression. He was a civilized southern lord. He was soft.

My mind started to race, rapidly calculating my survival.

Torin was right about one thing. King Aldric was going to slaughter us. The moment we rode back through the gates of Valdris and delivered the news that the political marriage was a complete sham, Aldric would execute me. He wouldn't care that Sera had gone rogue. He would blame me for losing control of our daughter.

But I didn't lose control. I gritted my teeth as Torin thrust into me.

Sera wasn't just a rogue princess anymore. She was a monster. She had orchestrated a political murder and a massive cover-up right under the noses of the entire northern territory.

And she used me to do it.

Sera had blackmailed me. Sera was no longer the weak victim. She was the Luna. She held significant power in this frozen wasteland. The people cheered for her. She was untouchable up here.

And she owed me.

"She owes me," I whispered aloud, my eyes snapping open.

"What?" Torin panted heavily behind me, breaking his rhythm. "Irina, what are you talking about?"

"Keep moving!" I yelled, slamming my hand against the bedpost.

He hurriedly resumed his thrusting, but his cock was already starting to go soft. The panic in his brain was completely killing his physical reaction.

I ignored his pathetic performance. My brain was firing on all cylinders now.

Sera's entire position, Fenris's entire claim to an uncontested leadership, completely relied on the Kael deception. If the Ironmaw elders found out that Kael was dead, and that an imposter wearing his magically grafted face was walking around the fortress, there would be a massive civil war. Fenris would lose his pack. Sera would lose her crown.

Torin was sitting on the edge of the bed. His trousers were bunched around his knees. His cock was completely soft, shrinking back against his skin. He had his head in his hands. He was crying.

"Are you entirely incapable of acting like a man?" I sneered. The disgust in my voice was palpable.

Torin looked up at me. His eyes were red and wet. "We are dead, Irina. Do you not understand that? Aldric will skin us alive. He will mount our heads on the palace walls. The girl played us."

"What the fuck are you whining about?" I shot back. I reached down and smoothed my heavy skirts back into place, covering my bare legs. "The girl adapted. You are sitting here crying like a whipped dog."

"She is a feral animal!" Torin shouted, his voice cracking with hysteria. "She spread her legs for that beast in front of a thousand people. She isn't your daughter anymore. She won't help us."

"She will do exactly what I tell her to do," I said coldly.

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