The Rouge ls a Female Alpha (Zephyrine) novel Chapter 63

The Rogue Is A Female Alpha

Chapter 63

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Zephyrine

The time seemed to stop. Everything halted when those eyes locked onto mine. I was the woman who had never been afraid, who never allowed guilt to touch her but in that moment, something shifted.

It was as though I had betrayed him in the worst way, and my heart shattered. Sharply, I pulled my hand away from Nyroth and swallowed hard.

What was I even thinking? For a fleeting second, the mate bond had clouded my judgment.

I breathed, turning to see Lycannar still standing there. I had thought he’d leave, that he might turn and walk away but today, he didn’t.

“Lycan…” I started, but he silenced me with a tender kiss. I tasted him again after a week of longing.

Gently, his hand came to my waist, the other cupping my cheek as he kissed me softly.

After a few seconds, he pulled back and stared into my eyes. Slowly, I lowered my gaze. I had feared neglect, but it seemed he hadn’t forgotten me.

Lycannar’s hand moved to mine, the same one Nyroth had held, and he caressed it tenderly, never breaking

eye contact.

“You let him touch what’s mine.” His voice was soft, yet threaded with a warning that made me lift my eyes to meet his. Pale–gold, his eyes shimmered with danger.

I was about to respond when I noticed his face was paler than usual, as if he had been ill and only recently recovered.

“Lycan…”

“Just because you smashed her doesn’t mean she’s yours.” Nyroth’s voice cut in before I could ask Lycannar about his pallor.

“She is my mate. I suppose she didn’t tell you that,” Nyroth added, smug.

I froze. Lycannar’s eyes remained locked on mine, ignoring Nyroth’s words entirely.

“Smash?” he repeated, a faint frown crossing his features. The same innocent surprise I remembered. “That’s the word your mate uses, Zephyrine? Smash?”

Heat flushed my cheeks. Nyroth had never shown me respect. I lowered my gaze.

“Let’s go inside, Lycan.”

“You can’t go anywhere with him, Zeph. We are still having a conversation.” Nyroth’s voice returned, and I almost shot him a glare. He clearly had no idea how dangerous Lycannar truly is or what he is capable of.

“And yet you don’t want me to remove him?” Lycannar asked softly. My throat tightened. He rarely spoke directly to anyone else. Perhaps that was part of the curse he carried.

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