Chapter 39
Zephyrine
It’s different being in a man’s arms like this. A King’s arms.
Finished
I am mesmerized for the first time in my life. Yes, I am strong. Yes, I was a warrior, capable of taking care of myself and leading a whole pack. But that doesn’t mean I never wanted to be pampered, patted, or held.
Before my mate, who had been denied comfort of this kind. Now, I lean into Lycannar’s embrace, and right there I know everything will never be the same again.
But then I blink my eyes open, and reality comes crashing down. I pull away from his arms, stepping back despite the flicker of anger that flashes in his eyes. I don’t care, not right now.
I look up, meeting his stare. The way he watches me, it’s the same as before. He sets his jaw, exhales sharply, then turns, placing both palms flat on the table. His presence fills the chamber, formidable and unshakable.
“I heard what happened from my sister,” he begins quietly, his eyes fixed on the table. “Something about some rogues, but I couldn’t get the full story. I came here in a hurry.”
He sounds irritated, almost bored, as though the only thing that matters to him is me. He doesn’t hide it, and I find myself wondering why. What does he see in me?
I have never done anything to encourage his obsession. If anything, I’ve punched him, shoved him, and glared at him more times than I can count.
“The rogues demanded blood, Your Majesty,” Kai says from behind Nyroth, while the King remains silent. Then Lycannar straightens, turning to me, his brow furrowed.
“What happened?”
I suddenly notice something. Lycannar never speaks to others directly, not unless it’s me or his sisters. When he addresses outsiders, it’s always through his eunuch.
I meet his gaze.
“There’s a rumor that I was in a relationship with the rogue alpha. That during your coronation, I seduced you and poisoned your mind so you’d kill him.”
His frown deepens.
“What is a rogue? I know an alpha is the leader of a pack.”
“A werewolf without a pack. No scent. Wandering.”
“Like you,” Kai murmurs.
Lycannar stiffens. The air in the council chamber turns cold. For the first time since I’ve known him, Lycannar turns his gaze toward someone else, Kai. That look is enough to make the Beta drop his eyes immediately.
Then Lycannar looks back at me, his expression unreadable.
“Who is he?”
“The Beta of this pack.”
“You’ll tell me if he ever speaks to you again. I’ll kill him. He doesn’t have much time left anyway.”
Achill runs down my spine. He has seen Kai’s death. From the corner of my eye, I see Nyroth’s jaw tighten, but I ignore him.
“Go on,” Lycannar urges.
“The alpha you killed, they say I was the one who made you do it.”
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Chapter 39
Finished
“So everyone was blind when he stormed into my kingdom and spilled the blood of my guards right in my throne room?”
Silence.
“What is this gathering for, then? Why was you summoned?”
“They said I must pay for your sins. That I’m your obsession. They said and I quote “The Lycan King is off–limits, but a woman caught his eye at the coronation. She will pay for his deeds. We’ll take her to rogue territory and make her pay.”
Lycannar goes still.
“They called me a whore,” I add.
His face hardens, his eyes darkening with quiet rage.
“Who did?”
“That’s not the point…“.
“Who started the rumors?”
“Listen…”
“Were you in a relationship with that alpha I stabbed?”
“Do you remember the drunk at the tavern?”
“What about him?”
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