Soren didn't look concerned in the slightest.
His lips curled into a smirk, his ebony eyes gleaming with undeniable obsession.
"What's so demeaning in belonging to me?"
Fuck. Riven told himself to stop talking and just accept his fate. Soren's words rang with dangerous warning and he was not about to offend this big yandere man.
Riven's cheeks burned as he closed his eyes.
"Beautiful." Soren whispered.
The cold gold touched Riven's skin, making him shudder.
Riven's ears flicked, betraying his emotions.
Soren noticed.
His smirk turned wicked.
"See?" he whispered, voice like a temptation and a trap all at once. "You fit this perfectly."
Soren drank in the sight before him, utterly satisfied.
Riven—his beautiful, mischievous, untamed little wolf—was frozen in place, ears twitching, green eyes wide with indignation and something else.
Something he refused to name.
The golden collar rested against his delicate throat, its sleek, polished surface gleaming under the light.
