Chapter 0693

Enzo

"Get your filthy hands off of me!" I snarled, thrashing against the two burly servants who were attempting to strip off my clothes. More hands grabbed at me from all sides, overpowering my weakened struggles.

I roared curses until a gag was forced between my teeth, muffling my outrage.

They manhandled me into a carved stone bath, with foul-smelling oils and perfumes swirling around in the steaming water. I nearly choked on the gag they had shoved in my mouth as brushes scoured my raw skin.

How did this happen? How had I let myself be stripped of my dignity like this? I felt like I was in a dream.

When the servants were finished scrubbing me clean, I stood furious and dizzy with rage and humiliation on the bathroom floor. The servants didn't even bother to avert their eyes from my body, clearly accustomed to 'preparing' others in this exact way for their queen's twisted rituals.

As two guards lifted me by the arms to do god knows what with me next, I caught a glimpse of myself in a polished mirror. Angry red welts blistered my wrists, neck and torso where the silver ropes had continuously seared against my exposed flesh since last night.

at me from a haggard, exhausted face. I was utterly helpless,

of heels

unfazed by my body. She was dressed in a long, emerald green silk gown that rustled when she moved; a far cry from the simple clothes she wore back

the back of my throat as I saw her. If only I had my wolf, I

appreciative nail down my chest and I recoiled violently. Her smile remained untouched. "Almost ready for our union, my pet?" she

free, not caring about the consequences for doing so. "This is insane!" I shouted hoarsely. "I'm

glanced at the servants, who had only averted their gazes when she entered the room and were now standing off to the side, studiously

she turned back to me with her eyes hooded. "Believe me, Enzo, I've verified every detail most

me retch. "Including a complete analysis of

had

crimson lips parted. "Did you think those physical exams were merely standard tests? I've had your profile for years, my love. Just waiting for

my gut twist. How

in frantic denial. "But you've got it all wrong." I insisted. "I'm no

pocket. "Fine, then," she said, carefully unfolding it and holding it out in front of me.

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