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    Zephyrine


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    I bowed before Aunty Eiryn. They had finished breakfast with the Dusks and Jurrek, and I had heard they


    loved it.


    “Thank you so much foring,” I said to them, smiling. “I appreciate you for sleeping over too.”


    Beauty, that’s her name, smiled at me and looked around.


    “You have a beautiful pack. The Blood family is wee here anytime, right?”


    “Of course. Without any hassle, yes,” I said eagerly. Anything tied to Lycannar was wee in my pack.


    They smiled and began to climb into their carriage one by one. When it finally came down to the princesses, I closed in on Princess Serena and hugged her.


    I love it here. I really wish I could stay longer, but my baby brother needs to get home.” She sighed, and I nodded in understanding. “When will youe visit us?”


    ‘Soon,” I replied softly. “Soon.”


    She smiled and pulled back to enter the carriage. Then I turned to Princess Mearez, and a smile spread on my face. My lifesaver. I hugged her tightly. I loved her so much.


    ‘You stay out of trouble, okay?” she whispered into my ear, and when I pulled back to smile, she already knew I wouldn’t promise that.


    ‘I will miss you,” I said. I had grown used to her being in my pack these past days. It was a shame she had to leave now.


    The journey to Ash Pack and the Lycan Kingdom isn’t that long. We can make the trip. Goodbye.”


    I nodded and stepped back. I caught her gaze shift to Jurrek behind me, who had bowed when the others entered the carriage.


    Their eyes lingered for a brief moment before Princess Mearez stepped inside without another word, and I understood her plight.


    Lycannar was right there with his horse. Even a second too long staring at another man could arouse his suspicions. I bit my lower lip as the carriage rolled forward, casing out of the pack.


    A soft sigh slipped from my lips as I stood watching it go. Atst, I turned back to Lycannar. He stood beside his horse, staring at me, and a lump rose in my throat.


    He was leaving. My soul knew it. The sadness was heavy, but I tried to keep a straight face, steadying my emotions, knowing we had an audience.


    He walked up to me, reins in hand, before letting them drop so he could stand directly in front of me. We stared at one another in silence for what felt too long, and I nearly grew mad at him for keeping so many limits between us.


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    “I hate you for not staying.” I said bitterly.


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    “Whenever it bes too much to bear… whatever it is… I’ll be there to ease your pain,” he said softly, making my heart tighten.


    “Lyca…”


    He didn’t let me finish. Instead, he pulled me into his arms. Tender, gentle, and warm. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. Savoring him.


    When he finally pulled back, it was only to ce a gentle kiss on my lips,pelling me to flutter my eyes open and meet his gaze.


    “I love you,” I confessed without hesitation. “I love everything about you, Lycan. I love you so much it aches.”


    At that confession, he lost his patience. His lips crashed into mine again, full and iming, daring. When he pulled back, his jaw was tight, his throat working as he swallowed.


    The silence that followed was nerve-wracking. Atst, he stepped back and nodded, his voice sure and steady.


    “I am going to be your husband, Zephyrine. And if I die first, you will be my widow until youe join me. No one is having you except me. If I won’t, then no one will.”


    With that deration, he kissed my temple, then mounted his horse with practiced ease. Without looking back, he galloped away, leaving only the warmth that only he could give me. The farther the distance grew between us, the emptier I felt.


    My heart ached. Sadness returned. The weight of responsibility pressed down, and only then did I remember how many lives depended on my decisions.


    I turned slowly toward the hall, only to see Nyroth stepping out from the shadows where he must have been lurking while I bid Lycannar goodbye.


    I didn’t bother to give him another nce as I tried to bypass him, but he caught my wrist, pulling me


    back.


    “Zeph.” His voice was urgent, his eyes locked on mine. “Zeph, we have to talk. We need to talk. We must


    talk.”


    I met his gaze, anger brewing hot in my chest. His deeds while we were still mated, his arrogance, his family spitting on my parents’ ashes, his attempt to disgrace me during the mate-bond rejection, it all came rushing back.


    I yanked my wrist free and red.


    “We have nothing to talk about, Alpha Nyroth. The party is over. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I turned toward the hall, calling over my shoulder to Jurrek. “Have them leave and lock the gate. Party is over. Let’s all get


    to work.”


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