🔑 Bonus POV
On His Knees
Draven
I have torn apart men twice her size for looking at me wrong. Kingdoms have paid tribute to keep me from their gates.
And here I am, on my knees on the cold stone of her chambers, waiting for her to decide whether I am worth keeping. The beast in me does not understand it. The rest of me has never been more certain of anything.
She rests her hand in my hair. Not a leash. A choice. I would burn the whole Beastdom down before I let her take it back.
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