The Rouge ls a Female Alpha (Zephyrine) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Zephyrine

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Mounting the stairs that night felt different. Stripped of every secret, ascending as who I truly was, An Alpha, an Ashmere, I know I should have felt no tension, but it came anyway. A chill ran through me, carried on the same dark energy I had felt before.

I reached the dimly lit hall of Lycannar and froze. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but I sensed the energy coming from the bath chamber. That’s where he was.

I moved toward the chamber and gently pushed the door open. What I saw made me pause. I remembered this bath chamber as ominous yet elegant but now… it had been transformed.

Candles burned in low pools of light, casting golden reflections across the marble floors. Rose petals floated on the water, and soft incense curled in the air, delicate and intoxicating.

The space had been arranged with a taste that was undeniably… personal. Sophisticated, yet intimate, as if designed for someone to linger in or perhaps for two.

My heart swelled, and I stepped inside further, letting my eyes trace the subtle changes. Every corner seemed softened, warmer. The room no longer felt like the lair of a bachelor; it felt married, domestic, yet with an undercurrent of raw, unspoken desire.

I lowered my gaze to gauge the pool, my pulse quickening. Everything in me sensed darkness beneath the allure, and I braced myself.

Then, a heavy step from behind made me start. Air left my lungs.

It was Lycannar.

I could tell from the mixture of his scent. Flowers and blood. That intoxicating combination I had come to crave. But underneath it, there was a familiar darkness, raw and tight around my chest. I tried to place it… and then his palm came from behind me. I froze.

Lycannar.

Gods, how much I missed his touch. My eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around me, his presence both comforting and overwhelming.

His palm slid from my waist up to my neck, tender yet insistent. When his lips pressed to mine, a fire ignited deep inside, and I opened my eyes, gasping for breath.

By the heat of his hands, the intensity of his kisses, I could tell he hadn’t heard. Not about what had happened, not about who I had become.

I turned slowly to face him. The changes in him were subtle at first, then undeniable. His hair fell loose around his shoulders, framing the sharp perfection of his face. His expression was unreadable, dark, and magnetic, and yet when his lips sought mine again, I pressed my palm to his chest and stepped back.

“Lycan…” I murmured, soft but urgent. He didn’t seem to hear, his gaze drawn to the gown I wore. Without hesitation, his fingers reached for the strap, attempting to pull it down. My heart thundered, and I stepped back again.

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Chapter 119

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“Lycan, I have something to tell you.” I said, steadying myself. He nodded, undeterred, and came closer, closing the distance to stand behind me.

“It’s about who I am, Lycannar.”

His fingers traced the zipper of my gown, sliding it down slowly, lips pressing to the exposed skin of my back. A shiver ran through me, simultaneously intoxicating and terrifying. I fought for control. Knowing fully well what we were about to do could invoke the Moon Goddess’s wrath upon my pack.

“Lycan, we can’t… we can’t do this,” I whispered again, creating distance between us. He stared at me, silent. “I need you to listen. I need to tell you about me.”

He stopped moving. His eyes locked on mine. Finally, I had all his attention.

“Lycannar… remember when I told you I was leaving for my pack weeks ago? I arrived safely. My people received me well,” I began, panic rising despite my calm tone. “There… I had to undergo some rituals.”

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