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<i>Zephyrine </i>
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I’m happy. Excited for Young ck and Luna Tahlia for almost regaining what is theirs. I’m d to see she has gotten along with the Blood family, and I am happy <i>to </i>see Lycannar once again.
Yet, in a hidden corner of my heart, something feels strange. I cannot ce it, but there is a weight, a whisper, that something is amiss.
I have showed Dessyn my ring and she had been happy for me as always. After telling her my farewell, and that I’d be back in nt Ike I have ride out alone.
“Won’t you eat your meal?” The question came from Princess Mearez, and I snapped back to reality to realize I am still here, seated in the dining hall with Lycannar’s family.
I sighed shakily and nodded in obedience. But just as I was about toply, a gentle tug stirred in my heart. I bowed my head and murmured an excuse.
“I’ll wash my hands and return.”
Without waiting for another word, I stepped back, ascending toward the stairs and the tower. I arrived in the hall, breathing shakily, swallowing hard.
Unsteady. Drained. Why? Why does this dull pain clutch my heart, making it hard to breathe?
“You okay?”
The voice jolted me. I snapped my gaze up, stunned. Chantel. I blinked. Could it be? Did he just speak to me?
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I cleared my throat quickly, but before I could respond, Lycannar appeared behind him, eyes
difort. locking onto me. I turned to him, forcing away the fatigue, smoothing out my
“You okay?” he also asked, his voice edged with concern. I smiled faintly.
“Of course. I only wanted to wash my hands and…”
“She’s not well.” Chantel cut me off, shattering my cover. My head snapped toward him in disbelief. “She came breathing less. Pale.”
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His words left me bare before my man. He opened his door and slipped away, leaving me stunned, regret burning.
Be careful what you wish for. I had longed to hear Chantel to speak, but now I regretted it.
I bit my lower lip and slowly turned back to Lycannar. He was still staring, waiting. My lips trembled.
“I am fine, Lycannar. You have nothing to…”
“Did I ask for an exnation?” His voice cracked like a whip, harsh enough to make me swallow.
Without another word, he left me standing there, walking toward the living room, then across to his bedchamber. I followed, unable to bear his rejection now.
“You… you’re not eating dinner?” I asked casually, as though nothing had happened in the hall. He looked at me nk at first. Then his gaze softened. He crossed to a chair and sat.
“How’s your brother?” he asked gently, and I exhaled.
“Varyn is getting better,” I murmured. Then, hesitating, I added, “Lycan… you know my aunt works with the Yadevs and the Council members?<b>” </b>
He stayed silent, simply watching, as though he knew more wasing.
“I… I killed a maid, Lycan. She was spying for my aunt. I slit her throat. Since then, I feel unsteady. Like… I did wrong.”
“You did wrong,” Lycannar said immediately, and I stared at him. “For feeling guilty.”
He leaned back, shrugging, his voice rough but firm.
“You eliminated a spy and feel guilt? Do you think they would feel guilty if they seeded, if they killed you instead?”
I bit my lip, silent. His hand extended toward me. I ced mine into his palm, and he pulled me closer, drawing me onto hisp. Gently, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes warm as they searched mine.
“If politics exhaust you… perhaps we should relocate to a quiet ce, wife.” His voice lowered, hoarse, intimate. “Just you, me, and our pups because we will find a way, and we will have them. Me as only your husband. You as only my wife. No burdens. No crowns. Only us.”
His words cracked something open in me. A part that had yearned for them. I lowered my
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“Lycan?” I whispered desperately. “I am in pain.”
His hands grew more tender around me. He pulled back slightly, searching my face. My tears burned. He looked at me, concern flooding his features.
“My gods… you’re scaring me, Zephyrine,” he murmured in awe.
I sniffled, leaning closer forfort, but all I found was ache. Ache deep and suffocating, until sobs broke free, trembling through me.
“Lycan…” My voice broke.
He lifted me easily, carried me down to the bed, andid me there, eyes locked to mine in horror.
“I’ll call Mearez,” he said quickly, moving to rise. But I caught his wrist, pulling him gently back down beside me.
“Stay with me. Please.”
It sounded like ast plea. My wolf howled quietly as Lycannary down, carefully pulling me into his arms, caressing me tenderly.
“I’m here, Zephyrine. I’m here. And you will be fine. You will be.”
I cried softly, drifting into sleep in his arms, wrapped in pain, while I knew he would not close his
eyes. Not once. Not while I was like this.