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hapter 30

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 The painful sensation wakes me from my slumber, and I flutter my eyes open to feel the burn.

 His mark on my arm is piercing, curling further toward my back. I blink slowly, then sit up from the bed.

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 I have returned home tired and pale. Luckily for me, no one is here; they have all gone to Alpha ckbridge’s funeral.

 The slept on Dessyn’s bed until now. Gently, I walk to the mirror and pull off my dress. There it is. Lycannar’s mark sprawling over my back. Isigh

 He’s marking me so quickly. I wonder how far he’ll go now. I move toward the bath chamber to cool off, floating gently through the room.

 As I begin rubbing my milky, soft skin, the memories of our burning kiss sh through my mind, and I swallow hard.

 Never have I felt this connected to anyone, not even my mate. What I feel for Nyroth is nothing like what Lycannar makes me feel.

 At the thought of him, my inner thighs grow warm, and I lower my gaze quietly. He’s only held me a few times, yet I feel like I’m already breaking,

 My eyes drop to my breasts, and somehow, my nipples harden. He’d only gotten a peek, and even that had made him lose

 restraint.

 What if I stood before him fully naked? Would he lose his mind?

 “Zephyr?”

 The call of my name jolts me back to reality. I quickly get out of the water and grab a cloth from the nail.

 “Zephyr?”

 “I’m here.

 Dessyn opens the bath chamber door and stares at me for a moment before sighing in relief.

 “What’s up, best friend?”

 “Good. I’ll join you in the room soon,” I say, and she nods before walking away.

 After she’s gone, I quickly grab a fresh dress and put it on, then make my way to the chamber, where I sit on the bed.

 I feel refreshed but I’m aware that the mark on my arm and back is keeping me warm somehow.

 “Zephyr!”

 The exmation snaps me from my thoughts, and I look at her standing by the window.

 “Moon Goddess, what are you thinking about so hard?”

 I sigh shakily, then shake my head.

 “It’s nothing” 

 Dessyn studies me for a few seconds before sighing.

 “thought you’d show up at the funeral.”

 “How was it?”

 expected sadness, but…” She sighs and shrugs. “Luna Tahlia came with the next Alpha, her son, but she didn’t shed a single

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 “It’s understandable, given Alpha ck cheated on her.” I reply smoothly.

 Dessyn stares harder at me, clearly holding something back.

 “What?” Tasked.

 “Nyroth,” she says softly. “He came to the funeral… but went straight to Ka’s chamber.”

 I stare nkly, listening as she continues.

 They fucked. I’m certain, because when Ka and he finally showed up at the funeral, they were holding hands and they recked of each other.”

 Silence follows her words, and I use the quiet to suppress the irritation in my wolf. I won’t get too mad. I am not a saint, after

 all.

 “He’s been cheating on you since the Moon Goddess knows when. It was only after you decided to leave that you kissed Apex

 “I’m not looking for an excuse for my actions, Dessyn,” I say quietly. “What happened between Lycannar and me…

 I swallow hard, shaking my head.

 “It’s nothing.”

 Silence again. Dessyn keeps her eyes on me, then asks,

 “Lycannar? He told you his real name?”

 1 look away.

 “I asked, and he told me. If an Ashmere is going to kiss a man she’s not mated to, she should at least know his name.”

 “You make it sound like you were forced to kiss him,” she murmurs.

 I shift my gaze to her and she goes on.

 “What? He hurt you already, and now you’re pulling away?”

 “I’m not pulling away

 “It looks like it to me. Nyroth never cared about you,

 but..”

 “Lycannar doesn’t care about me either,” I cut her off, my voice tight. “He’s only obsessed. There’s a big difference. He’s not a knight in shining armor, Dessyn. He’s a toxic psychopath cloak in ck. And I have too much to worry about to be jumping from a faithless Alpha to a ruthless King”

 Dessyn hears my frustration but doesn’t know why I’veshed out. Quietly, she sets her jaw and turns to stare out the window.

 The silence between us makes me wonder what’s wrong with me. Why did Ish out?

 Was it because Nyroth could lie with another woman while still mated to me but I can’t!

 Or because Lycannar walked away from me this morning without any exnation?

 The thought sticks in my mind until something sparks inside me. The mark on my arm burns softly, and I feel his presence. Slowly, I rise from the bed and walk to the window beside Dessyn.

 Staring out, I see him under the night sky. I’m right.

 He hasn’t arrived like a king in shining armor. He’s chaos wrapped in a ck cloak, seated on a ck, powerful horse.

 He ‘ksiseme at me, leaningzily againu his mount, his long hair tied back.

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 “I guess you’ll have no choice but to jump from a cheating mate who never cared… to a King obsessed enough toe here addal in escort. To a pack smaller than his throne room. Dessyn murmurs.

 I set my jaw. She’s won this round. I pull away from the window and head out of the pack house, down the lonelyne, until I sand before him.

 He had gotten down from his horse now

 A few steps away, I search his eyes. He looks… more himself. Quiet as always. Guarded.

 Then I watch his gaze move to my bare neck, then down to my dress.

 It’s almost like he’s peeling the gown off me, stripping me bare in his mind.

 “You should stoping here. Your presence attracts attention,” I say

 His gaze shifts back to mine. He stares in silence for a while, then steps forward, his palm reaching to cup my cheek but I pull

 If he thinks I’ll let him have me again, he’s mistaken

 “Stay still,” he says softly. I hear the restraint in his voice, see it on his face like he can’t bear my retreat.

 “I won’t stay still I jut my chin up, and his eyes widen in something like anger.

 “Zephyrine…”

 “You can retreat from me, turn your back, leave without a word and you think I’ll just jump into your arms the next time we meet? Really?”

 His jaw tightens.

 Then he closes the distance sharply, hands on my waist but I punch him hard in the chest.

 “Let me go! I’m not yours, Lycannar

 He doesn’t obey. In his arms, his palm cups my cheek, our foreheads touch, and our breaths mix as we both pant. I lose the fight.

 “Don’t deny us this,” he begs. “Just stay still.”

 I tried, Moon Goddess knows I tried but I lose when he ims my lips again.

 At first, he’s calm and I’m gentle.

 Until I push him back against his horse and leap into his arms. He catches me instantly, kissing me hard as my legs wrap

 around his waist.

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 The world disappears. There’s no mate. No crown. Nothing. Only his hands, my body, and the burning mark that feels like it’s branding me to him forever.

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