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“Here. It’s one of Mearez’s dresses. Serena said you’re closer to her height, but I still think Mearez’s dress will fit you well.”
I epted the dress from him, staring at it for a long moment before ncing for a mirror only to
find none.
“You… you don’t have a mirror?” I asked, then remembered what he’d told me before, how he had never looked into one since birth.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he simply stood there, watching away as I began to dress.
“You think I’m weird?” he asked softly from behind.
I paused briefly, my fingers stilling on the fabric.
“Come help me with the back,” I said.”
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He stepped forward, his fingers brushing against my bare skin as he fastened the dress. The light touch made me swallow hard, trying to contain the heat curling low in my stomach.
“You’re not weird to me,” I finally murmured, turning to face him when he finished. My palm rested t against his chest. “From all I see and know, you’ve only… lived as you were taught.”
He swallowed, silent. I didn’t linger. I brushed past him toward the exit.
“Come on, Lycannar. Don’t keep your sisters waiting.”
I hurried down the stairs before he could catch up,ughing softly to myself until I reached the dining hall and froze.
The “family” I had expected only his two sisters and his uncle but what I saw was farrger and far more unsettling.
I turned to retreat, but Lycannar was already descending the stairs. His steps were slow, deliberate. One. Two. Until he stood before me, fully dressed, quiet and unreadable.
“Lycannar…”
He took my hand, fingers threading into mine, and simply pulled me toward the table, his jaw set with unshakable resolve.
“This is Zephyrine. She is my woman.” His tone was less introduction and more a warning.
A prickle of unease crawled over my skin. If this went badly, there would be blood.
Slowly, I scanned the table. His uncle sat across, A man with steady, calcting eyes. Beside him sat a graceful woman with cold poise. Two men and one woman followed, all richly dressed but carrying gazes that hinted at strained loyalty.<fnc7ff> Find the newest release on FιndNovel</fnc7ff>
“This is my uncle, Doreth, and his wife, my aunt Eiryn,” Lycannar said. I bowed politely.
“The three are my cousins. Gen, Baron, and Beauty.”
Baron, the middle one, smiled warmly. The others gave me dry, unweing looks.
On the other side sat Mearez and Serena.
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“You already know my elder sisters,” Lycannar added. Mearez beamed at me, and I couldn’t help but return it. Serena bowed; I did the same.
My eyes drifted further down. “The young man is my elder brother, Hades, and the older man is from my mother’s side, Ureh.”
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I bowed again, but both men stared back intensely, too much like Lycannar himself. Instinctively, I moved closer to him.
“Stop scaring her, Hades. She’s still healing, Lycannar warned.
A grin broke across Hades’s face instantly.
“Fair enough.”
I sat in the chair Lycannar pulled out for me, and he took his seat at the head of the table.
The maids swept in withvish dishes. Rich soup, fragrant meats, vors I’d only dreamed of since leaving Ash Pack.
Starving, I dug in. But as I reached for the vegetables, my gaze collided with Aunt Eiryn’s, and I choked.
Lycannar was faster than the maid, pouring water, holding it out to me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.,
I nodded when I finished.
“Thank you.”
The room went still. But the stares weren’t on me, they were on him.
“It’s strange to see you caring for a werewolf, Lycannar,” his aunt said smoothly. “Does she know who are?”
“I don’t n to keep any secrets from her,” he replied,
Eiryn’s eyes narrowed.
“And does she have ast name? I hear she’s a rogue, no pack, no ce.”
Cold washed over me. I felt his anger even without a mate bond. How was that possible?
“I don’t care about her status, Aunt. It’s her I want, not herst name.”
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“Well, then,” she said, voice cutting, “she should be ready to endure the consequences of being…”
“Mother,” Baron interrupted, frowning. “Please. Let her have peace.”
She turned on him sharply.
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“Let her have peace? Do you think being with Lycannar’s blood will give her peace? Do you know who the King truly is? She’s a rogue and…”
The sudden growl cut her off.
It wasn’t just a growl. It was a low, shuddering rumble that made the air vibrate. Everyone froze. Lycannar’s head lowered, his jaw tight.
His palm on the table shifted, hair sprouting, bones snapping for a moment before returning to normal.
“I will say this once,” he said, his voice edged with his beast. “If anyone calls her a rogue again, insults her, or shows her disrespect, be it family or outsider I will draw blood.”
The weight of his presence pressed over the room. The maids flinched, dropping a tray in fright.
He’s not my mate. And yet, he protected me more fiercely than Nyroth ever had.
I smiled inwardly. Jackpot. This round was mine.
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