All Chapters of My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was limping when we had lunch with everyone the next day, and Lucretius even carried me in his arms because I insisted we join the group.He was insatiable last night. As always. That he didn't stop fucking me until I was satisfied. No. Scratch that.Even if I was satisfied, I would wake up after a few minutes of resting with my legs already spread, having Lucretius's cock inside me. And right there and then, I couldn't stop moaning his name.And I could have sworn we were so loud the whole night. Every corner of the chamber, the bathroom, and even the balcony, we had done the deed so many times, and I couldn't count anymore.Romina shot me a teasing look when she noticed my condition, clearly aware of what Lucretius and I had been up to all night. Lorenzo stayed silent, his gaze fixed on Lucretius as if he were trying to say something. Meanwhile, Redmund and Lilith were absent, tied up with preparations for their wedding.It was such a shame that I didn't see him today. I really w

His answer almost made me throw a fit and punch him. My breath caught. "That's not what I—""I know," he interrupted gently. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, the steady certainty in his presence. His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "But it is the truth you're circling," he continued quietly. "In this life. In this ending."My pulse roared in my ears."You think I'm an anomaly," he said, voice low, almost intimate. "That I appeared where I shouldn't have." His thumb brushed away the tear clinging to my lashes. "You're not wrong."I swallowed hard. "Then... what does that make you?"His gaze darkened. "The man who found you after fate failed you," he replied. "The one who stepped in when the cycle cracked." He looked at her intently. "And the one who won't let it start again."The air between us felt charged, heavy with truths he wasn't ready to name, and perhaps truths I wasn't yet strong enough to hear.Lucretius leaned in, his

I wasn't sure if I had spoken it aloud or if my heart had simply screamed too loudly for my lips to contain it."Father..." The man stiffened. It was subtle. Barely noticeable. Just a pause in his movement, a hesitation before his hand resumed wiping the stone. But it was enough to make my breath catch painfully in my chest.I remembered now.In every timeline I died, I had grown up to be an orphan. And this was the first timeline that only I got to have my father, who shared the same blood as me.Lucretius's hand came to my back, though his touch was light, it was as if he knew that anything more might send me breaking apart all over again. He said nothing. He didn't question me. He simply stood with me, bearing witness.The wind swept through the graveyard once more, carrying the scent of earth and chrysanthemums, rustling the tall grass that bordered the stones. For a moment, the world felt suspended, caught between past and present, between what I remembered and what I had never

"Lady Euphyllia, you haven't eaten yet."His voice came from the doorway, as though afraid that even sound might bruise me.I didn't turn.The wind outside my balcony was louder than I remembered, clawing at the stone railings, tugging at the curtains like restless fingers. Below, the cliffs stretched into darkness, the sea hidden but ever-present, roaring its quiet, endless hunger."I'm not hungry," I said. It wasn't entirely true. But neither was it a lie.Footsteps followed. He never crossed a room like he owned it. Aurelian always moved as if he were a guest in every space, even those he'd guarded his whole life.The scent of warm bread reached me first. Then broth. Simple things. Familiar things.He set the tray down on the small table behind me. "You said that yesterday," he replied mildly. "And the day before."I huffed out something that might have been a laugh. "You keep count now?""It's my duty, my lady," he replied politely.Silence settled between us, thick but not uncom

Before the advancement ceremony for the military soldiers who had been promoted, we held the mourning ceremony for our lost soldiers.It was brief, solemn, and heavy with the kind of silence that pressed against the chest. Names were read where some unfamiliar, others spoken with a pause that betrayed recognition. Banners were lowered. A single howl echoed through the grounds, joined by another, then many, until the sound became a vow rather than grief.I felt Lucretius straighten beside me, his jaw tight, his hand brushing mine only once before retreating as if allowing himself even that small comfort would be a betrayal to the fallen.When it was over, the air shifted. Not lighter, but steadier. The camp needed to move forward, even with blood still staining the memory of the war, but it didn't mean that it was still over. Magnius Lothim, the one who sparked the rogue war, was still there, waiting for more people to kill.The advancement ceremony followed shortly after.Rows of sol