VALKIRA POV
My body was still shaking from his grip, his words still replaying in my ears... "Your pùssy is mine."
"How can you say something like that to me?" I asked with trembling voice.
Zeroth's eyes burned into mine. He didn't look away, and his eyes didn't soften one bit. "Because it is the truth. You belong to me, Valkira. Your body, your scent, your soul… all of it is mine."
I tried to push him back but he didn't move an inch. His hands stayed firm on me. "That's wrong. You can't say that. It's not right..."
"It is not wrong," he growled low, his lips so close I could feel his breath. "It would only be wrong if you were not my mate. But you are, and the moon doesn't make mistakes."
Tears stung my eyes. I forced myself to speak. "The moon did make a mistake. You were already promised to Lady Ygraine. She is the one meant to stand beside you, and not me."
His grip tightened on my waist. His jaw clenched, and his voice filled with anger. "Do not say her name to me again. Lady Ygraine means nothing. She has no power over me. She doesn't stir me. She doesn't burn me. You do... Only you Valkira."
I shook my head, and with my voice breaking. "This is wrong… I can't do this." My tears finally spilled, my body weak against him.
He caught my chin in his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. His gaze was wild, and dangerous. "You think crying will change anything? You are mine, Valkira. Do you understand me? The moon didn't give me to Ygraine, she gave me to you. And I will never let you go."
I sobbed harder, unable to hold it back. Deep down I knew the truth he didn't. He thought this was about alpha and omega, about class. But it wasn't. It was about blood. It was about the curse I carried. If he knew what I was, he would kill me himself.
Still, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until I couldn't breathe. "Stop crying," he commanded in a low voice, his breath brushing my ear. "You think you can run from me? You think you can hide? You're mine, Valkira. The bond is sealed. No one will ever touch you but me."
My heart raced, my knees weak. I tried to push him. "I don't want this. I don't want to be with you. I'll stop being your personal maid. That way I won't see you again."
The words barely left my mouth before his grip snapped tighter. His hand caught my wrist, dragging me closer, his chest hard against mine.
"You dare to say that to me?" he growled. "You dare to talk about leaving?" His hand slid up my throat, holding, claiming, reminding me of the strength he had over me. "You can't dare, Valkira… except you want to defile my orders. After all, I am the one who hold the power."
And just like that, he placed a kiss on my lips. His mouth hot, and tasting me. My eyes widened, my chest froze, and I pushed him hard the moment his lips touched mine. My hands shook as I tried to escape, running for the door, but he was faster than me.
His hand grabbed me before I could reach the handle. He dragged me back into him, his chest hard against my back, his breath heavy on my neck. I gasped, struggling, kicking, but his strength swallowed mine. He lifted me like I weighed nothing.
I felt his hard cọ́ck pressing into my áss as he raised me, holding me trapped while my arms flailed. The heat of him made my skin burn. My throat locked in fear and shame.
"You can deny me with your lips," he whispered dark, his voice so low it scraped through me, "but your body already confessed. That wet pùssy calling my còck home, begging me to own it again and again."
My legs barely touched the floor before he dropped me down onto the bed. My chest rose high and low, air rushing in and out like I had been running for miles. My body felt defeated.
"You stubborn," he muttered.
I heard his footsteps move. Then the sound of the lock turning at the door echoed in the room. My stomach twisted. He locked it so I couldn't leave.
"You are my personal maid after all," he said, his voice cold, "you don't need to be anywhere but here, Valkiss."
"Valkiss?" I repeated, sitting up slowly, still panting.
He smirked, leaning against the door like he was proud. "It's a cool nickname."
"The name is ridiculous," I hissed, but my voice was shaky.
He only shrugged, still staring at me like I was prey caught in his net.
My eyes darted to the tray I had carried in. The food. "Go on and eat before it gets cold," I said quickly, grabbing for any distraction. "I won't run away. You already locked the door."
He tilted his head, his eyes dark with heat. "What if it's you I want to eat instead?"
My breath hitched. "How can you say something like this?"
"It's not bad saying it to you, Valkira." His gaze burned through me. "Why? Why are you pretending you don't feel this pull I'm feeling right now?"
I swallowed hard, hugging my arms around myself. He licked his lips, his chest rising heavy.
"I love you," he said suddenly, his voice sharp but breaking at the edges. "I know it's too early but... I fùcking love you."
My heart thumped, my tears close again. I shook my head, unable to believe. "You are Alpha Prince. The heir. And me… I am only a maid. It can't work." My words cracked.
This isn't fair to me, I finally found my mate… but he is betrothed to another. A woman with class.
His jaw clenched. "I don't give a dámn. I want you. I need you. Everything in me craves you." He pushed away from the door and came closer, step by step, until he was standing over me again.
I turned my face, unable to meet his eyes. My hands twisted in my lap. "You'll regret it one day if you keep saying this," I whispered, my voice thin, weak.
But his hands caught me before I could move, holding me still. His breath brushed my ear, his words sealing my fate.
"Run, hide, resist… it don't matter. At the end, your pùssy will still open only for my còck. That's your fate."