Zephyrine


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    I fluttered my eyes open when I heard the voice. At first, I frowned in concern, then turned to Lycannar, only to see him still deeply asleep.


    “Your Majesty?!” the voice called again, louder this time. Lycannar creased his brows, the sound stirring him.


    Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open and his gaze settled on me. One silent heartbeat, and I knew it.


    He was the one I wanted. Again and again. I wanted to wake beside him every single day of my life.


    Not Nyroth. Never him.


    “Your Majesty!!”


    This time Lycannar’s frown deepened. He blinked, making sure he wasn’t dreaming.


    “You hear that?” he asked, voice low.


    I nodded.


    “Sounds like your people?”


    “None of them has ever spoken to me directly,” he muttered in confusion, then rose from the bed. He reached for his robe, tied it, and walked slowly, very slowly, toward the corridor.


    Silence followed. Curiosity pulled me from the sheets, and I went to peer through the window. Below, his people stood gathered. Not all, but a handful. Traders, servants, staff, even maids. Their faces tilted upward, worry etched in their eyes.


    “Your Majesty, are you okay?” one asked, her tone cautious.


    Why were they worried? Because of what happenedst night?


    “My king, is everything well with you?” another called.


    I raised an eyebrow. What was going on?


    Then one voice carried above the rest, a trader, her clothes still dusty from travel.


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    “Your Majesty, behind the walls of your kingdom, the werewolves speak your name in a dark way. They say war ising for you. We are worried.”


    “Are you truly okay?” another echoed.


    I froze. My heart pounded. Did I hear right? War? Why in the gods‘ names would anyone want to wage war against Lycannar or his kingdom?


    “I am fine. Do not trouble yourselves,” the Lycan King assured them, waiting until they dispersed before turning back inside.


    Only when the courtyard emptied did he return, pausing in the middle of the chamber, a frown shadowing his face.


    “Something must have happened,” he murmured. Then his gaze shifted <i>to </i>me, heavy and searching. “Who elsemands thergest army aside from Ashmere?”


    I frowned at his question.


    “No one will wage war against you, Lycannar. Not while I live.” I stepped closer, standing before him. “Just rumors, my love. Good morning.”


    He hesitated a beat, then leaned in, murmuring against my lips,


    “Good morning. How did you sleep?”


    “Blissful,” I whispered back, kissing him softly. He pulled me up with ease, settling me on the table.


    I slid the robe from his shoulders, revealing the powerful lines of his body, and smiled. gods, how I loved looking at him like this.


    “What’s the schedule for today?” I asked, yful curiosity in my tone.


    His eyes roamed over me, lingering at my thighs. He bit his lower lip softly, then parted my legs, exposing me bare before him. His gaze burned as it lifted back to mine.


    “Schedule for today can wait. Let me taste you first.”


    Without another word, he sank into a chair between my legs. His mouth descended, and my eyes fluttered closed as his tongue brushed me.


    I trembled, heat rushing through me. My hand found my breast, squeezing softly as a shaky moan escaped me. <ul><li>10 Free Goms </li></ul>


    Lycannar’s tongue swirled over my clit while his fingers slid into my core, stroking deep, steady.


    My thighs quivered, body trembling as I clutched the table for support, no longer caring who might hear. His tongue pressed, flicked, his fingers curled, sending me higher.


    “Lycan… Lycan, please,” I gasped, climax bursting through me.


    He rose from the chair and kissed me hard. As his fingers slipped free, I squirted, shaking violently in his arms. He held me close, murmuring against my lips,


    “Good… good girl. I love when you get this wet.”


    His smile was warm, almost boyish as he searched my eyes. I turned my face away shyly, giggling when he chuckled.


    “You love me, Zephyrine,” he said with the widest grin I’d ever seen on him. “You’re so in love with me now. What would you ever do without me?”


    I lowered my gaze, then asked softly,


    “And what would you do without me?” <fnb54b> The source of th?s content is findnovel</fnb54b>


    The room fell silent. When I looked back up, his grin had faded. Sadness swept across his face.


    I yfully reached to punch him, to ease the sudden tension, but he caught my wrist gently, holding it as his eyes searched mine.


    There it was. Guilt. Fear. Uncertainty.


    “Zephyrine,” he whispered, voice heavy. “Promise me one thing.”


    I swallowed. His tone was so serious, so raw.


    “Lycan.”


    “Promise me… you won’t forget the good times we had. Too.”


    My heart squeezed at his words. I stared at him in awe, but before I could answer, a sudden voice thundered from outside the walls.


    “Alpha Zephyrine!”


    I jolted, slipping off the table at once. Grabbing my robe, I rushed to the corridor. Outside, a messenger sat atop a white horse, bowing low as his voice carried strong and clear.


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    “Your brother, Varyn Ashmere, our great war strategist, has regained his health and valor. He requests your presence at once.”


    The words struck like lightning. Information I never expected this soon, words that would mark the end of something sacred, and the beginning of the hell yet toe.