Chapter 163
Zephyrine
Finished
With the gentle breeze swirling around, I savored the moment of being in his arms. I loved how solid he felt and how protectively he held me. Tender, yet strong. But then the memories came flooding back, clenching my heart.
“You gave a perfect speech,” he murmured softly, and I lifted my eyes to his face.
“I did?”
At my question, he smiled gently.
“Well, apart from the burst of laughter. I mean the war part, that Ashmeres aren’t weak just because you didn’t fight for five years.”
I swallowed at his words and leaned back against his arm, my fingers sliding over his chest, across that tender mat of hair, and down to the runes etched in his skin, which I traced lightly with my fingertip.
“You know… I always believed a day like this would only be about Varyn,” I murmured softly. “My brother. That he’d take the throne and rule over us all.“.
“You’d make a good Alpha too.”
“Maybe not.” My whisper cracked, goosebumps rising on my skin as my voice shook. “Maybe not, Lycan. Maybe I’m not as strong as I think I am. As the world thinks I am.
He must have heard the condemnation in my voice, the buried frustration, because he pulled back to look at my face. The moment he saw the tears, he froze. I saw his eyes widen in awe, then he sat upright, stunned.
“Zephyrine…”
“Five years ago I lost everything, Lycannar.” I sniffed. “I lost who I was completely. I lost my father, my mother, my brother… and my peace.”
My sigh trembled as I fought to continue, swallowing back the tears choking me, though my heart ached unbearably.
“I found my parents‘ ashes and brought them home, but… I couldn’t find Varyn. My brother. That battle… something happened that day, and he vanished into thin air.”
He listened silently, his gaze steady, never interrupting.
“I was given the prize of defeating the demons in private. They hailed me as the goddess of war but at what cost? I couldn’t sleep in my own bed peacefully. Each time I close my eyes, it’s the demon war general I see. The nightmares drag me back, again and again, to that bloody day.”
I sniffed again, sighing to steady myself.
“I can’t give up on my brother, Lycannar. Varyn is the best brother, like you are to your sisters. Loving, protective, supportive. Since no body was found, I refuse to believe he’s dead. I’ve sent men searching for
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