The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 63: Lord Raven Of The Court

Chapter 63: Lord Raven Of The Court

’Show them?’

All her life a thin thread had hung her. From the moment she drew her first breath, her mamma despised her because of her blood. Her brothers viewed her as a pest and couldn’t wait to get rid of her.

She never asked to be what she is, an imperfect creation of Alda and Almada, the Allfather and Allmother of creations.

Every day she prayed for their grace, but crying out to them didn’t change anything. Her fate had already been set in stone, and her gift? It was a curse that led her straight to this moment.

"You want something more."

She shifted her gaze back at him, the man suddenly becoming the wheel behind her fate.

"What could I possibly desire from this world?"

"Not freedom," he replied.

She lifted her chin and straightened her posture. "You claim you know me so well, but you don’t."

"I do... I know you more than you know yourself."

She cracked a smile. It didn’t come from her heart because she was mocking herself.

A mannfae wouldn’t dare dream about anything. The other full-blooded Faes all had it perfect.

She was meant to be under them, and that was the position of her life from the very moment she breathed the air in this realm.

"You don’t want to be at the feet of the world."

Her body flinched at his words and she cautiously brought her eyes back to him.

The psychotic look in his eyes, his widened lips causing his dimples to be on full display and the intensity in which he looked at her made her melt inside.

’I’m losing my mind.’

"You want the world at your feet."

Her fist subconsciously tightening around the sheets as he stepped closer. She leaned away, but he closed the distance, until his scent was all she could catch a whiff of.

A fragrance of spicy cinnamon.

Her head pressed against the pillow, his hand resting at her side to prevent her from crushing under his weight.

"Tell me little bunny, do you want the world at your feet?"

Kraven couldn’t take his eyes off her. At that moment, she was simply marvelous beneath him—still, not trying to hop away.

Instead, she seemed more consumed than he’d ever seen her and it stirred something deep within him.

Isadora’s mind shut close at the proximity and she silently prayed he didn’t plan to kiss her again.

But then she made a mistake by staring at his wide lips, instantly regretting her actions.

He leaned closer, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. But instead of what she expected, she felt his lips brush her forehead—maybe a measure of goodwill or a twisted display of how deeply consumed he was by her.

"Choose." Those were his words as he left her alone.

~♧~

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Isadora stood between two tunnels, having been there for an hour, and for the first time, the rest of her thoughts fell silent.

Just a thrill coursing through her and washing over her body like a wave.

Turning away she walked to the bed to grab her gear, adjusting her leather arm bracers before tightening her leather corset.

She picked up her twin swords, wrapping the straps around her waist so they sat at her sides.

With a gentle push, she sent her braided hair behind her and turned toward her fate. Stepping forward, she walked into the left tunnel.

The moment she stepped in, the torches were lit. Her breath grew shaky but she steeled herself for what was to come.

There was no going back now, she had chosen this path and would see it to the very end.

The deeper she got into the tunnel the louder she could hear cheers, the walls vibrating from the sheer force of it.

The light came brightly, causing her to use her hand to block it and her eyes slanted in slits.

Her feet found stairs and she slowly climbed them. Her ears were nearly deafened by the cheers and echoes, the ground beneath her vibrating with each roar.

Isadora stepped into the arena and her hands moved away from her face. She gasped, taking in the view.

It was astonishing, and the crowd was even more mesmerizing. Her eyes spun to absorb the entire area, watching as the ravenites cheered loudly for them.

This was beyond anything she had imagined. It was grand and utterly breathtaking.

"Welcome!" A voice echoed, drowning the cheers.

Isadora lifted her gaze to the grandstand as Nyssa emerged, dressed in a black silk gown with slits on both sides, revealing her thick thighs.

Her braided hair sat like a crown on top her head, a fierce beauty that captivated every gaze.

"To the Hunt!"

The cheers erupted again and reality sank in for Isadora. This was it!

"Standing in that arena shows you’re worthy to become full-fledged warriors of the Raven court, devoted to our cause and our Lord Raven!"

The cheers became chaotic at the mere mention of Lord Raven. Isadora’s eyes quickly caught a large frame emerging from behind until he stepped into the light.

Her heart and hopes shattered into pieces when her eyes set on Kraven.

Her chest grew heavy, and her eyes stung—not from the light but from the emotions attempting to explode through her.

Their deal was a lie! He had manipulated her again.

That handsome smile on his lips, the way he posed on his throne, the aura he emitted as the cheer grew deafening—it was all about his sick entertainment.

His possessive silver eyes were on her like a falling boulder from the skies, threatening to crush her beneath its weight.

She glared daggers at him like a snake baring its fangs. Her fist clenched tightly and the pain shot through her knuckles, causing her eyelids to twitch.

Yet, she refused to look away, swallowing back the emotions threatening to consume her.

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter.

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