The Rouge ls a Female Alpha (Zephyrine) novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285

Chapter 285

Zephyrine

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Not in the usual tower but in another bedchamber. It looks luxurious, more graceful than the tower, and I wonder what place this is until I walk further in and begin to see the royal imprint etched into the walls.

No maids, no guards in sight. Just silence upon silence. Yet instead of the quiet bringing peace and serenity, it only brings anxiety and anxiousness.

The first time I ever walked into the Lycan Kingdom and met the royalty, I learned how much Lycannar’s sisters meant to him and now, for him to have attacked Princess Serena in a fit of rage means one thing.

Truly, he has lost his mind completely, and we have to do something about it fast. Or even the strongest shackles won’t be able to hold him down.

I walk toward the bedchamber Princess Mearez had directed me to, arriving at last at a hall where a thin light glides ahead under a door.

Silently, I walk toward it and stop at the threshold, my heart in my mouth. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know at all.

Slowly, I reach for the door, but then it opens. Chantel appears in the doorway, startling me with his suddenness.

Silence falls between us as we stare into each other’s eyes. Those eyes of his ominous, expressionless. Quietly he opens the door wider and bypasses me, stepping into the hallway, silent and mysterious as ever.

I stare at him for a while before stepping into the bedchamber. The bed is empty, but I can hear the soft sounds of water and movement from the inner chamber, the bathing room.

My eyes linger on the bed for a moment, then drift to the claw marks on the wall. Curiosity draws me closer, and I see the slashes cut deep.

Peering closer, I realize something odd. These aren’t normal claw marks. They look almost…

“When did

you

arrive?”

The question, low and deep, makes me freeze. I try to regain control before slowly, very slowly, turning to face him. Lycannar.

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He stands there, a few steps away. He has just taken his bath, his hair still damp, only trousers on, his upper body bare.

I don’t answer right away. Instead, my gaze lingers on his face. That beautiful face. Those eyes. He looks dreamlike and dangerous all at once.

My eyes drop, and I see it, my ring on his finger. He is not done with me. I believe he never will be.

“An hour ago,” I reply quietly, lowering my gaze. “Princess Mearez let me in.”

He says nothing. Instead, he turns toward the window, looking out.

From where I stand, my eyes travel over his back, broad shoulders, skin marked with runes. The same runes now etched into my own skin. And then the reality hits me. Whether he is truly my mate or not.

I feel nothing now. Just normal emotions. No reaction from my wolf.

“You should go back home. I’ll ask Chantel to escort you,” his voice comes, surprising me. He turns to look at me. “It’s late.”

Silence. Deep silence. Did I hear right? Is he… asking me to leave? Lycannar?

“I will stay the night,” I say, holding his gaze, but he does not agree.

“Go home, Zephyrine.”

“Why?” He looks away, reaching for his boots, but I step over to him, my heart beginning to drum. “Why, Lycan?”

“It’s nothing. Just… leave.”

My heart sinks at the dismissal in his voice. Never in a million years did I think he would say this. That he would ever think he could discard me after everything.

He puts on his boots and straightens, reaching for his shirt, but I block his way angrily. He looks away.

“Lycan?” No response. He only sets his jaw, looking aside. Anger brews in me, frustration swelling until I suddenly shove him. To my shock, the impact makes him stumble, and I’m stunned.

He was an unwavering rock of strength that never wavered. What happened now?

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“I hate you,” I spit out bitterly. “I hate you so much.”

“I’m trying to protect you, Zephyrine. You’ll thank me later.”

“Lycan..”

“Leave!” he snaps suddenly, eyes flashing.

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Tension rises like a storm. The atmosphere deepens, heavy as he stares at me anger, depression, frustration flickering across his face before he turns away, walking to the bed and collapsing onto it, burying his face in his palms.

“I’m losing it, Zephyrine. I don’t know what to do.” He swallows hard. “I feel… so tired, so weak, and I hate it. Without the tower I’m dangerous and dying. And breaking that rule, looking in the mirror… I can feel something big coming and… and I’m scared.”

He looks up now, slowly, and the frustration in his eyes makes my heart want to burst.

“Lycan.”

“I almost killed my sister today. I went for her neck. I can’t forgive myself for that. My people… they’re not safe with me like this. What if an attack came? I won’t be able to defend them. I don’t know what to do, Zephyrine. I don’t know.”

Goosebumps rise on my skin at his words. Gently, I move closer and sit beside him, taking his hand tenderly.

“You can have the tower rebuilt. Can you not?”

He shakes his head.

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