The Rouge ls a Female Alpha (Zephyrine) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Zephyrine

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I arrived just in time to stop their rudeness yet again, though now that I was with Lycannar, I felt a strange reluctance.

Leaving Ash Pack had been heavy, but knowing I would return soon allowed me to complete the necessary tasks and depart. The road stretched long under the carriage wheels, and when I arrived at White Pack to leave my luggage, Alpha Auedric and Nathan greeted me with wide grins and newfound respect.

They had missed the ceremony due to trade obligations, which I understood, and left quickly to journey to this Kingdom, to the King who drew me into the silent dining hall.

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In the shadows, I saw Chantel in his usual place. Slowly, I shifted my gaze to Lycannar, and my gods… what should I call this intensity in his eyes? Obsession? Desire? Both?

Back home, I had feared his obsession would have waned. I had feared arriving only to find he no longer wanted me. Instead, it had multiplied tenfold.

His gaze roamed my face, finally tracing down my body as if searching for hidden marks, bruises, or lingering aches.

Softly, his eyes fell on my fingers and the ring around one of them. Gently, he pulled me closer and cupped my cheek.

Without words, he leaned in to kiss me but at the last second, I pulled away, my heart thudding. Surprise flickered in his expression.

“Lycan…” I whispered. He paused, searching my eyes with a gaze that made my chest tighten. “I… I have something to tell you.”

He didn’t listen. Not a word. His eyes were fixed on my lips, the ones he craved desperately.

Gently, he grabbed my waist, bowing his head in restraint.

“I missed you,” he whispered, inhaling my scent. “You have no idea what your absence has done to me, Zephyrine. No idea at all.”

A lump rose in my throat. I wanted to confess, No. it is too much for both of us.

“Lycan..”

He ignored me, taking strands of my hair in his palm and inhaling deeply before lowering his mouth to my neck.

I swallowed hard, my eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved from my waist to lift me effortlessly.

In moments, I was in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, as he carried me to the table. When he set me down, Lycannar’s need matched mine.

He slid his fingers under my gown, sending my chest heaving with pleasure and aching for his touch.

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Chapter 112

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“Lycan… Lycannar, wait,” I whispered, but he wouldn’t listen. His lips came to claim mine, and my heart raced.

I look away at the last moment to call.

“Lycan, listen to me. Calm down.”

Finally, he obeyed, swallowing hard as he pulled back, trapping me gently with his hand on the table while I remained between him and the world.

I had his attention now, yet words eluded me. How could I tell him that the Moon Goddess who cursed him was the same who forbade me from bearing pups if I lay with a man I was not mated to? How could I explain that I could not give him my body without risking my pack’s wrath?

“What’s wrong?” His voice was soft. I looked up at him, and for a moment, jealousy flared at his unreal handsomeness.

When I remained silent, he leaned in, intending to kiss me, but I turned away, chest heaving.

“Lycan…” I called, heart pounding. “What if I can’t give you an heir?”

Silence swallowed the room. His gaze weighed on me like gravity, and I nearly fainted at the pounding of my heart.

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