<i>Zephyrine </i>


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    When I walked back into the bath chamber, I stood still before the water, staring into its stillness. The cold chill crept over me, and I swallowed hard.


    I felt… bitter. Sad. Pained. All because he seemed to believe so strongly that some demons were good. Yet… maybe he was right. Maybe there was truth in what he said. Just as there are good and evil among us, perhaps the same exists in the Demon Realm.


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    It was only by the grace of the Moon Goddess that I had survived. If it hadn’t been for Moon, who knocked me off my horse to save me, or Jurrek, who rode up to seize me onto his saddle and galloped us away… I would not be here today.


    I would have died in the hands of that war general, Xyrrha.


    A chill ran down my spine again, and for a fleeting moment, I hated myself. If only I had killed her in battle… if only I had slit her throat and dragged her body down in defeat, she wouldn’t have lived to reach this Kingdom. She wouldn’t have lived to share any part of Lycannar’s life.


    I closed my eyes, steadying myself against the hatred that brewed inside me, the regret that gnawed at me when I heard footsteps.


    The door opened softly, and the steps paused before they approached. His hand slid over my hips, pulling me into a tender embrace.


    “I’m sorry,” he whispered against my neck, lips brushing my skin. “I’m sorry, Zephyrine. Forgive me for everything.”


    I swallowed hard at his plea. Slowly, I turned to face him, my heart clenching at the thought of him touching her as he touched me.


    I tried to move away, but his hands held me firm, his eyes pleading.


    “She’s in the past, Zephyrine. You know how much you mean to me now. Don’t be like this.”


    “Like how?” I whispered. He searched my eyes. “Like a crazy woman? An unsteady Alpha? A jealous lover?”


    Before he could answer, my chest tightened and the tears I had kept sealed for so long broke free. They spilled hot down my cheeks, burning my pride as they fell. I choked, breathless, then crumbled.


    He stood frozen, stunned as I broke before him. My knees gave out, and I sank to the floor, sobbing. It felt like a de had been thrust into my chest.


    I knew it was his past. I knew. But it hurt worse than Nyroth’s betrayal.


    The chamber echoed with the sound of my sobs until, atst, he knelt before me, watching me as though I were something beyond his understanding.


    “Zephyrine…”


    “I hate you.” I red up at him through tears. “I hate you so much for doing this to me.”


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    “My gods,” he breathed, shaken. As if he couldn’t believe this was what his past meant to me. “You know she’s no longer in my life.”


    “And yet you chose her over me,” I snapped. “You side with the demons and love The Abyss more than The Ashmere.”


    “No. Why would I ever do that?”


    He reached for my arm, but I shoved him off. He went silent, then sighed heavily.


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    “I’m sorry. I didn’t take the demons‘ side against you. All I said was that both sides follow orders. But fine, if that’s wrong, then I’m sorry.”


    I red at him still, unwilling to relent.


    “You kissed her?”


    At my question, his shoulders sagged in exhaustion.


    “Zephyrine, please…”


    “You made love to her? How many times? Did you love her more than me? Did you enjoy her moans more than mine? Maybe she was more skilled in bed and…”


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    “That’s enough.” His voice came low, firm, cutting me off. I gasped softly, trembling. He was steady now, honest, resolute. “She fell for me while she was here. And yes we had sex. Sex, Zephyrine. Not love. I tried, but I couldn’t feel anything for her. I grew bored before anything real could form. This isn’t about her being a demon. And don’t you everpare what I feel for you to that. What I feel for you is consuming. It’s selfish, possessive, obsessive. You are mine. And I am yours. You know that, don’t you?”


    His words left me speechless. Stripped of defense. In an instant, I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard.


    Lycannar’s hands circled my waist, lifting me back onto my feet without breaking the kiss. Fierce at first, then hungrier, deeper.


    My fingers tore at his shirt, pulling it off, while he yanked my gown down in haste. In moments, we were bare, locked in each other’s arms.


    He kissed me like he would devour me, lips trailing to my neck, thentching onto my breast, sucking until I cried out.


    I clung to him desperately, trembling as he lifted me so easily. His body pressed to mine, his hardness poised at my entrance. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he steadied me, ready to im me but at thest second, breathless, I gasped.


    “Lycan?” He didn’t answer, too consumed. “Lycan!”


    Finally, he paused, eyes burning into mine with starvation, with soul–deep need. My own body trembled in his hold. I swallowed, aching with how much we both missed one another,


    “Lycan… we can’t.” I whispered.


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    He stayed quiet, staring at me for a long moment. Then, wordlessly, he carried me into the bath pool. Water embraced us as he lowered me in his arms, his lips finding mine again in another searing kiss.


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