Chapter 104
Ah
She was perfect. The wolf clans would gladly accept her. She was one of their own, the nobles too would accept her. She would bring the balance that Rowan needed.
I studied her, forcing my emotions aside. She had a gentle strength—a quiet confidence. But I couldn't imagine her next to Rowan. The thought of it alone made me so angry. Rowan would be tied once again to another woman, and it wouldn't be me.
Blanca smiled. "I like her."
The Queen Dowager nodded. "She is a strong candidate."
I remained silent. I could not bring myself to choose.
When the last girl left, the Queen Dowager folded her hands. "We will meet again tomorrow to deliberate and announce our final pick to the Alpha King."
Blanca grinned. "I believe we already know who we want."
I forced a smile, but inside, my heart ached.
I didn't want her.
I sat on the edge of my bed in my chambers, staring blankly at the flickering candle on my nightstand. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the reality of the day's events. Rowan was going to marry someone else and it wouldn't be me.
I had known this would happen. It was inevitable. Yet, the pain still gnawed at me, sharp and unforgiving.
I ran a hand over my stomach, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my gown. His child.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. No one knew—not even Rowan. And they could never know, because if they did I feared what would happen. To me, to the child.
I clenched my fists. If anyone discovered that I was carrying Rowan's child, the consequences would be dire. I might be executed. The baby—our baby—would be deemed a result of an affair. A disgrace.
But what if—?
What if there was a way?
I shook my head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. No. I couldn't use this.
Rowan needed proof that he was impotent, and revealing my pregnancy would do the exact opposite. It would ruin everything.
I let out a slow breath, trying to think of another way.
He had to convince them, but how? A false medical report? A trusted healer lying for him? It was risky. The wolf clans were not fools. They would demand thorough proof. The only thorough proof would be a baby. A baby by another woman.
Or perhaps... if he married but never consummated the marriage?
I swallowed. That would be difficult. His bride would expect her duty to be fulfilled, and the clans would demand an heir.
Frustration burned in my chest. There was no way out of this, was there?
My fingers curled around the bedsheets. Rowan had said that if it were up to him, he would marry me.
Then why wasn't it up to him?
I pressed my lips together, shoving the thought aside. It was foolish. Dangerous.
I had to focus. If I couldn't stop this marriage, then I had to find another way to help him.
I would think of something. I had to.
A sharp knock at my door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart stuttered in my chest.
Beatrice wouldn't knock—she'd barge in. And if it were a servant, they would have announced themselves.
Cautiously, I walked to the door, hesitating before pulling it open just enough to see who it was. My breath caught in my throat.
A guard stood before me, but something was off. The stance, the way he tilted his head—
"Rowan?" I gasped, quickly yanking him inside and shutting the door behind us. "What are you doing here?"
He pulled off his helmet, revealing the face that haunted my dreams. His dark eyes burned with something raw, something desperate.
"I had to see you," he said, his voice rough.
I stepped back, crossing my arms. "You're reckless. How could you do something like this?! If someone sees you—"
"I don't care." He reached for me, his hands warm and strong as they cupped my face. "I've been going mad without you, Ariadne. I had to come here. I missed you so much."
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, savoring the way he said my name. "You're getting married, Rowan. You know that. We've been working on selecting your new wife and now you're doing this..."
His jaw tightened. "I don't want to."
"That doesn't matter," I whispered. "You have no choice. This is the only way to proof to the wolf clans that you're not impotent. Isn't it?"
His lips hovered over mine. "If I had a choice, it would be you. It's always been you. I wish my brother hadn't married you first, because you would have been my first choice. My first option."
I shook my head, trying to push him away, but he didn't budge. "This is dangerous," I whispered. "If anyone finds you here—"
"Let them. I don't care," he murmured before his lips crashed against mine.
I gasped, my hands gripping his tunic. Every thought, every fear melted away as I drowned in his kiss. It was desperate, full of longing and unspoken words. My body betrayed me, pressing against him as if I could mold myself to him completely.
I broke away, breathless. "We can't—"
Rowan silenced me with another kiss, softer this time, reverent. His hands roamed down my body, tracing every curve with a hunger that set me ablaze.
"I need you," he whispered against my skin. "Just for tonight. Let me have this."
A shiver ran through me. I should have stopped him. I should have told him to leave. But when he looked at me like that, as if I were his entire world, how could I deny him?
We stumbled towards the bed, hands fumbling, breath hitching. Our fell away, my body warm and aching for him and soon, there was nothing between us but heat and desire and the warmth of our bodies pressed together.
"Ariadne," he murmured as he kissed down my neck, his touch setting fire to my skin. "Tell me you want this too. Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
I met his gaze, my heart hammering. "I do. I want you so bad baby.”
That was all he needed.
We stumbled on the bed together, our arms roaming over each other.
Rowan’s hands cupped my breasts.
“They’re bigger than last time.”
I winced a little as his hands grazed my nipple.
“Sensitive too.” I murmured and he nodded.
His hands continued to roam all over my body, leaving kisses in his wake.
He kisses littered my neck, my breasts, my waist, then his mouth disappeared beneath my legs.
I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad.
His tongues teased the folds of my pussy, going in and out with no warning.
“No. I want you in me. Now!”
I murmured as I pulled him towards me.
“You want me?!” Rowan asked huskily as he finally left beneath my legs and nibbled on my ear. I nodded as I guided his cock into me.
“Yes.”
I had to bite my lips to hide the scream that was about to come out of my mouth as he thrusted into me.
That night, we lost ourselves in each other, knowing that when morning came, the world would try to tear us apart again. But for now, in the safety of my chambers, Rowan was mine, and I was his.
If only for one more night.
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