Zephyrine


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    I made my way on foot into the Lycan Kingdom. Tired, but a little hopeful. Why? Because I was here, and soon, I would be in his arms.


    I had ridden as far as White Pack but hadn’t gone in. I only waited until I saw Blue step down from the carriage and disappear into the Dusk home. Only then did I turn away and head here.


    It was night, the cold breeze biting sharper than usual, but I embraced it. Anything was better than dwelling too long on the ache in my chest. Commander Thorn was still on my side, and one hundred and wenty warriors still stood with Ashmere. That alone gave me a fragment of relief.


    I walked the long hallways in silence, passing maids, guards, and Lycan citizens who bowed in respect as I went by.


    reached the dining hall and stopped at the doorway, my gaze falling on the great table.


    Memories struck me. Lycannar and I had made love there once, too desperate to wait until we reached his chamber. Fierce, burning, wild. I swallowed at the thought, a small smile tugging at my lips before I forced nyself to move.


    climbed the stairs. Tonight, I would stay over. I had carried a burden in my heart for days, and I deserved king’s arms to rest in.


    But as I reached the dim hallway, I froze.


    instead of warmth, instead of the familiar pull of love and safety, what washed over me was darkness. Heavy. Chilling. And far too familiar.


    Step by step, I moved toward his living room. I pushed the door open.


    There, seated at the table, back to me, a woman. Her long hair tumbled down, and she wore one of Lycannar’s shirts. She sat rxed, reading a book, like this was not her first time… but her ce.


    My heart, which had been thudding with relief, now crashed into chaos. Even before she looked up, I knew. The moment she closed the book and turned, my knees weakened.


    The war general. From the battlefield years ago.


    A demon


    Bere. At ease. In his home.


    Goosebumps crawled across my skin. Lycanmar’s words echoed in my head about another portal besides the one I destroyed.


    She was his ex. And here she was. Why?


    My eyes darted toward the bedchamber. I rushed there, shoved the door open but he wasn’t inside. Empty,


    Swallowing hard, I turned to leave, only to find her in the doorway, blocking me. The demon war general.


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    “Goddess of War,” she murmured, shock flickering across her face. “You… you’re Apex’s woman?”


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    I gulped. He must have told her that much. Relief stirred faintly, but then something twisted inside me. The way she looked at me like she couldn’t believe I was the one he chose.


    “My gods,” she whispered. “You’re the one Apex is courting?


    Hearing her voice made my skin prickle. She spoke like us, like a shifter but I said nothing. I only tried to walk past her, until her voice turned cold.


    “He’s not going to end up with you, wolf. You’re just another amusement to him. It will end, just as it always does. Last night, when he made love to me, I remembered what it felt like. He will too.”


    I froze. Turned sharply. My face went pale.


    Did she just…


    Anger, jealousy, misery crashed over me in one wave.’I blinked once, then stormed past her, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reply.


    By the time I reached the stairs, my breath had grown uneven. By the time I reached the massive gates, I trembled. Under the open night sky, I stood there, shaking.


    The agony that flooded me was enough to make tears sting, but I swallowed them down.


    No. Not yet, Zephyrine.


    I sniffed, steadied myself, then sped toward White Pack. I pushed through the Dusk household, past the dining hall where everyone gathered, without sparing them a nce.


    I rushed straight to Dessyn’s chamber, flung myself onto her bed but the ache in my chest wouldn’t let me rest. It gnawed at me, sharp and merciless.


    I bolted into the bath chamber, stripping fast, nails scratching skin until it bled as I wed my clothes off. When the gown fell at my feet, I stepped into the pool, desperate to drown the darkness still clinging to <ol><li></li></ol>


    The cold water bit into me, but it couldn’t wash her words away.


    She had been in his home. She had worn his shirt. She had beenfortable there.


    It could only mean one thing.


    That she was right. Perhaps they had truly made love. Perhaps.


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