Alaric sat in the plush velvet armchair of the VIP suite, his gaze fixed on the magical projection screen that displayed the auction floor below, but his mind was elsewhere. He wasn't looking at the crowd; he was looking inward, dissecting the conquest he had just performed. Or rather, the partial conquest.
He knew, with the cold certainty of a predator who had tasted the blood but missed the kill, that Ya Su wasn't entirely his. Not yet. Her body? That was a different story. He had broken her physically, stretched her, filled her, and marked her inside and out. Her body was currently singing his praises, vibrating with the aftershocks of his mana and his seed. If it were just a matter of flesh, she would never look at another man again without feeling hollow.
But the mind... the mind was a stubborn fortress.
'She still believes in him,' Alaric thought, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. 'She thinks Feng Xiao is invincible.'
