... Her companions had betrayed her, and she faced retribution. She was about to face it head-on. He released her tresses and took hold of her nape, his gaze trailing down to her exposed neck and collarbone, which the elegant princess attire provocatively revealed. The sight made him swallow uneasily, his arousal growing beneath his clothing. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her enticing pheromones. Reign trembled in fear, feeling an electric shock course through her body as his lips gently brushed her collarbone, descending lower towards her exposed skin. "Please..." she pleaded, but he continued his actions. He raised his other hand, placing it on her firm breasts, making her flinch in alarm. With roughened fingers, he squeezed her left breast and traced the outline of her hidden nipples through the fabric of her dress, causing her pain to intensify. Warmth spread down her spine as he relentlessly continued. Reign could only cry out, silently praying for this torment to end swiftly. "Hermione Reign Angelis," he called her full name, stepping away from her, his voice devoid of emotion. As Reign tried to retreat on her hands and knees, she reached the wall, realizing there was nowhere to escape from her captor. "Your parents orchestrated the murder of my beloved mother, and even now, they deny it, denying me justice...". She, once his mate, was now reduced to a slave. Could he find the capacity to forgive her, or would his hatred blind him to the true enemy?
