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Chapter 58: Liberation

Chapter 58: Liberation

The moment Xavier pulled away, Riven frowned.

His lips were still tingling, swollen from the sheer force of the kiss. His breath came shaky and uneven, his body burning from the heat Xavier had ignited in him.

But then—

Xavier was pulling away completely.

His rough hands, which had just been gripping him so tightly, were suddenly gone, leaving behind a cold, unsatisfying emptiness.

Riven didn’t like it.

His heart still pounded in his chest, his mind dizzy from the heady rush of being so thoroughly kissed, but Xavier was looking away now.

Not at him.

Not anymore.

He looked like he was done.

And that made something inside Riven tighten uncomfortably.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Whenever Riven kissed someone—whenever he enticed, teased, and seduced—things never ended like this.

They were supposed to lose themselves completely. And then they end up boinking!

But Xavier...

He had stopped.

Just like that.

Like he had come to his senses.

Like he had regained control.

And Riven?

He was still burning.

Still desperate.

"Xavier..." His voice came out softer than he intended, whiny, even.

But Xavier didn’t spare him a second glance.

Instead, he reached forward, grabbed Riven by the collar, and shoved him back onto the bed.

"That’s enough."

He watched as Xavier turned away, his broad shoulders tense, his movements stiff and hurried—like he needed to put as much distance between them as possible.

And then—

The sound of metal scraping against metal.

The door was locked.

Xavier had left him there.

Alone.

Again.

Riven sat there, stunned.

His mind raced, his body still humming with unfulfilled heat, but most of all—

He was confused.

"What the hell?"

He bit his swollen bottom lip in frustration, his brows furrowing as he glared at the door.

This wasn’t right.

Xavier had been completely affected by him. Riven had seen it—felt it.

And yet, somehow...

Somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

Why?

Was he...

Losing his charm?!

The thought horrified him.

It wasn’t possible.

Was it?

It can’t be! He was a charming, special little omega! He could not be losing his charm! The thought simply scared him! What if he lost his charm? How was he supposed to get more hot men?!

Xavier’s resolve was simply too strong, that’s it! He was still an irresistible little wolf!

Riven’s fingers twitched as he fought the urge to run his hands through his hair in frustration.

He needed a mirror.

Needed to see himself.

Make sure he still looked as irresistible as he always did.

But there was nothing in this cursed cell.

No mirror, no reflection, not even a damn puddle of water to catch his own image in.

His lips parted, a soft huff of disbelief escaping as he flopped back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Tch. Unbelievable."

Did he look off today?

Maybe he wasn’t posing right.

Or maybe Xavier was just... Different.

That thought was equally infuriating.

Riven had kissed so many men before. Cough, two, cough. Had enticed and seduced so many partners, and none of them had ever been able to resist him.

But this fox—

This damned gruff, stubborn, and ridiculously strong fox—

Had.

He had stopped.

Had pulled away.

Had left him alone.

And Riven?

Riven was still here, frustrated and unsatisfied, pouting to himself on this cold, miserable bed like some kind of rejected lover.

He groaned, rolling onto his side, curling into himself as his body ached for something he couldn’t have.

"Ugh. Stupid fox."

He needed to try harder.

Because there was no way in hell he was going to let this end here. He needed to add the daddy fox to the collection.

For the second time in his life, Xavier disobeyed his master’s orders.

He had never strayed from his duty before. Never allowed himself to be distracted or derailed by anything, much less by a person.

But Riven...

Riven was dangerous.

Not in the way most threats were—not with a blade, not with strength, not with strategy.

But with his existence alone.

Xavier couldn’t take it.

His body was on fire, his mind in turmoil. His instincts screamed at him to go back—to give in.

But he couldn’t.

Not again.

With hurried steps, he retreated into the darkest corner of the underground chamber, as far from Riven’s intoxicating presence as possible.

His back hit the cold stone wall, his chest rising and falling in uneven pants.

His hands curled into tight fists at his sides.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Xavier gritted his teeth, forcing himself to breathe through it.

He had fought against stronger forces. Against pain, against death, against all odds.

But now—

Now he was fighting against himself.

And he wasn’t sure if he was winning.

He finally freed his cock, he needed to relieve himself, he held off for long enough. His hand still had the remnants of Riven’s slick, before it could dry up, he firmly got ahold of his own cock. Taking another deep breath, he started moving his hands.

His mind had been filled with thoughts about Riven.

He imagined Riven crying under him, that existing arrogance long gone.

He imagined Riven’s moans filling the room, loud enough to escape the dungeon.

He imagined Riven scratching his back hard... So hard that it drew blood.

He imagined Riven’s scent... The scent that still lingered on his hand... The scent that he was applying on himself vigorously.

Finally, he imagined Riven’s taste... How would he taste? He did not go that far, he could only taste his mouth. If his mouth tasted that good, how good would it taste down there? How warm would it be? How wet?

How would he squirm under him, would he arrogantly turn his head away? Refusing to be at a disadvantage? Then, he would have no choice but to make him look at him, make sure his green orbs stayed on him.

He was imagining himself inside that half-breed when he came, it shot out with full force, a feeling of liberation he never experienced before.