The Rouge ls a Female Alpha (Zephyrine) novel Chapter 239

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Chapter 239

Zephyrine

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I’m happy. Excited for Young Black and Luna Tahlia for almost regaining what is theirs. I’m glad to see she has gotten along with the Blood family, and I am happy to see Lycannar once again.

Yet, in a hidden corner of my heart, something feels strange. I cannot place it, but there is a weight, a whisper, that something is amiss.

I have showed Dessyn my ring and she had been happy for me as always. After telling her my farewell, and that I’d be back in nt Ike I have ride out alone.

“Won’t you eat your meal?” The question came from Princess Mearez, and I snapped back to reality to realize I am still here, seated in the dining hall with Lycannar’s family.

I sighed shakily and nodded in obedience. But just as I was about to comply, a gentle tug stirred in my heart. I bowed my head and murmured an excuse.

“I’ll wash my hands and return.”

Without waiting for another word, I stepped back, ascending toward the stairs and the tower. I arrived in the hall, breathing shakily, swallowing hard.

Unsteady. Drained. Why? Why does this dull pain clutch my heart, making it hard to breathe?

“You okay?”

The voice jolted me. I snapped my gaze up, stunned. Chantel. I blinked. Could it be? Did he just speak to me?

He stood at the end of the hall, mysterious and ominous as ever,

I cleared my throat quickly, but before I could respond, Lycannar appeared behind him, eyes

discomfort. locking onto me. I turned to him, forcing away the fatigue, smoothing out my

“You okay?” he also asked, his voice edged with concern. I smiled faintly.

“Of course. I only wanted to wash my hands and…”

“She’s not well.” Chantel cut me off, shattering my cover. My head snapped toward him in disbelief. “She came breathing less. Pale.”

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His words left me bare before my man. He opened his door and slipped away, leaving me stunned, regret burning.

Be careful what you wish for. I had longed to hear Chantel to speak, but now I regretted it.

I bit my lower lip and slowly turned back to Lycannar. He was still staring, waiting. My lips trembled.

“I am fine, Lycannar. You have nothing to…”

“Did I ask for an explanation?” His voice cracked like a whip, harsh enough to make me swallow.

Without another word, he left me standing there, walking toward the living room, then across to his bedchamber. I followed, unable to bear his rejection now.

“You… you’re not eating dinner?” I asked casually, as though nothing had happened in the hall. He looked at me blank at first. Then his gaze softened. He crossed to a chair and sat.

“How’s your brother?” he asked gently, and I exhaled.

“Varyn is getting better,” I murmured. Then, hesitating, I added, “Lycan… you know my aunt works with the Yadevs and the Council members?”

He stayed silent, simply watching, as though he knew more was coming.

“I… I killed a maid, Lycan. She was spying for my aunt. I slit her throat. Since then, I feel unsteady. Like… I did wrong.”

“You did wrong,” Lycannar said immediately, and I stared at him. “For feeling guilty.”

He leaned back, shrugging, his voice rough but firm.

“You eliminated a spy and feel guilt? Do you think they would feel guilty if they succeeded, if they killed you instead?”

I bit my lip, silent. His hand extended toward me. I placed mine into his palm, and he pulled me closer, drawing me onto his lap. Gently, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes warm as they searched mine.

“If politics exhaust you… perhaps we should relocate to a quiet place, wife.” His voice lowered, hoarse, intimate. “Just you, me, and our pups because we will find a way, and we will have them. Me as only your husband. You as only my wife. No burdens. No crowns. Only us.”

His words cracked something open in me. A part that had yearned for them. I lowered my

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