Zephyrine
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I stared at my face in the mirror, still stunned I had let him thrust into me. The love he made to me tonight was… different from anything we had ever shared before.
He had left his traces on my skin, on my body, in a way I knew even a potion, whatever Varyn might force me to drink, could never crase.
I washed my face, trying to push the thought away. After drying off, I smoothed walked out of the bath chamber into the room.
my
dress and
He stood by the window, arms folded across his chest, his cloak draped over his shoulders, looking more formidable than ever. From behind I paused, watching him.
He was… dangerous. If he could kill my father in one strike, then the power he carried was immense. So immense, because my father had been the Warlord and gods knew, I had sparred against him, tried to win, but failed each time.
We had promised to reschedule before war took him, but we never had the chance. My moves were rustypared to my father’s.
Warlord Vale had been considered the best with the sword and even he had admitted he could not trust himself with a de in hand.
Yet this man before me, this Lycan King, had struck him once and ended his life. How? What gods or goddess had Lycannar worshiped to gain such strength?
He was cold and dangerous to everything, even to himself… but to me he was always soft. Gentle. Kind.
I lowered my gaze, still feeling the dull ache where he had thrust into me. I walked further into the chamber, my voice soft.
“I will be on my way now.”
At this, he finally turned, carrying himself with that natural, kingly presence that came from years <i>of </i>being trained for it.
He looked at me briefly, then shifted his gaze to the table where food waited. He stared in silence before turning back, closing the distance between us.
“Are you okay?”
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The question made me swallow hard. I didn’t want that tenderness from him, and I certainly shouldn’t still be wearing his ring.
“I am getting married the night after tomorrow, Lycannar. The ceremony will be held in Hue Pack. I came to tell you not toe, if ever you nned to.”
He showed no reaction. Just stood there, staring at me. And for a fleeting moment, unease curled in my chest.
Wait. Did he truly not n to interrupt? No obsession left? Would he just let me be whisked away by another man without a fight?
“You are not getting married to any man, Zephyrine,” he murmured atst, his tone carrying
would marry that finality as he moved toward the door. Then he paused, turning back. “So you crazy man who tried to force himself into your bed and bind your life with a spell?”
I froze, not answering, because as much as it was insane… part of me felt relieved. Special. His possessiveness and obsession were still intact.
“If I don’tply, it will seem I am rebelling,” I admitted atst, my voice low.
“That’s not true.” He shook his head with a sigh. “You are epting this wedding because deep down you believe it’s a way to ask your father for forgiveness.”
“Forgiveness?” I choked, his uracy chilling me.
“You slept with the man who killed him. You love me still. And you think being unhappy is the price to pay for that, your way of making it right with your father. That’s exactly what Zephyrine Ashmere would think.” His voice hardened. “I wille that night. It will cost me dearly, but I will make the journey. And I will stop you from being taken from me.”
He saw right through me. My gods, he always did. And it hurt, because he was one of the very
book. few who could read me like an open
I bit my lower lip, turned away, and reached for the door. Without a word, I stepped out of the tavern into the cold dark night.
I walked faster, my heart racing, wondering why he wasn’t chasing after me. The urge to look back gnawed at me, but before I could, I heard the sound of his footsteps soft, steady, and the quiet thud of hooves.
He wasn’t riding. He was walking beside his horse, just as he used to sometimes. I loved that. Loved that he wasn’t trying to overtake me, wasn’t trying to force me. Loved that even when he gave me distance, he was still following.
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He hadn’t given up on me. He still loved me, still chased me, and that alone made me breathe. easier, knowing he woulde to interrupt that wedding night. Maybe it was time. Maybe. <fn93ec> Official source is f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn93ec>
I stopped abruptly, and I heard him stop too. Slowly, I turned to see him standing there with his arms folded, his eyes on me. What disturbed me more was the way the women leaving the tavern were ogling him.
A sharp, familiar sting pricked my chest. Jealousy.
“Ride your horse,” I said quietly, knowing he’d hear. “Now, Lycan.”
He didn’t reply, but he obeyed. Mounting, he guided the horse forward until it stood beside me. Then he extended his hand, palm open.
“I’ll give you a ride,” he said simply. My eyes dropped to his fingers, still wearing my ring. A reminder that I was his, no matter how I tried to deny it.
Slowly, I looked up into his eyes, and I knew I couldn’t take his hand. Couldn’t ept the ride. Lycannar was powerful, yes, but he had too many weaknesses, and I wouldn’t risk him being hurt by my people, not even after what he had done.
Instead, I turned, ced Blue Diary into his palm, and almost red at him.
“Give it to Blue. And hide that handsome face of yours if you truly want me,” I warned before zooming away, leaving behind only a rush of air.
Arriving at Ash Pack was quicker than I expected, but exhaustion weighed heavy on me. I scaled the wall with ease, ws gripping stone, and leapt into my chamber,nding soundlessly on my feet.
It was… delicious. Meeting him. Spending time with him. Letting him inside me again. gods, it
was so…
“You came homete.”
The voice from behind froze me. Cold spread through my chest at the familiar tone,ced with danger.
“And you reek of sex, little sister. I only hope it’s not what I think.”
Varyn Ashmere. My brother. And I knew, I knew, what he was capable of.