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In the middle of the night, Leah Wolfborn stood in front of his private residence and shouted, “Call the Prince. I need to speak with him!”“I’m sorry, but the prince has forbidden your entry.”Her heart felt like it was splitting apart. It was as if something inside her had shattered. She cried out at the top of her lungs, “Damon! Damon! Come out! I didn’t kill him! The boy’s death has nothing to do with me! I was in my own home, and when I woke up, I was dragged to court!”The lycans stared at her wasted eye in disgust.A young lycan was sacrificed for a bogus demonic ritual in the forest behind the palace. Her old wedding ring, which she still used to wear, was found near the dead child’s body.It was as if someone had attempted to steal the young boy’s lycan, and Leah was the only half-human in the Royal grounds.The boy had been really close to Leah. His death still felt unreal to her.“Damon!”“Stop it,” a soft voice interrupted.A young lycan woman appeared behind the guards. S

Leah pursed her lips and glared.“So we can fuck with nothing in between.” Holding her neck, Damon’s tongue traced her neckline. The touch sent shivers down her spine.Unlike werewolves, Lycan's fated mates were almost a myth. No one had found their mates in the last centuries; people blamed the casualties in the 100-year war that killed half the lycans population.Once marked, Lycans' lives are bound; if one dies, the other soon followed so most Lycans don't mark their spouses.In her past life, after being confused by Clara, she announced that Damon was his mate, further making a fool out of herself.Caught off guard, she started struggling. “Damon, we are already done. You can no longer touch me!”Damon paused, puzzled, his blue eyes darkening.She was already done with him?They had only been married yesterday, but this woman was already done with him? Was she playing hard to get?“Let me go!” Not noticing his darkening mood, Leah struggled with all she had. “Don’t touch me with t

Damon didn’t spare Clara another glance. Averting his eyes, he coldly said, "Leave for now. This is a matter between us." Despite the icy tone, it was a marked improvement over his treatment of Leah.Clara’s heart soared—she wondered if he was trying to protect her reputation. Flooded with affection, she glanced gleefully at Leah, who was still glaring at Damon.Chirping an obedient "yes," she made a slow exit, keeping eye contact with Damon until she finally had to shut the door.With water still dripping from Damon’s curly blonde hair, he cast an emotionless look at Leah before turning his back. Leah remained frozen at the door, staring at the glass in her hand.'Clara, Damon... I'll destroy you both for what you've done to me.'After Leah washed the glass, her body collapsed in exhaustion as the tension left her body.When she woke up again at ten, her body was still wrecked. The aftermath of the night's intensity left her sore, her legs trembling with every step.She quickly went

"No." Leah’s eyes blazed, all hints of a smile gone. "It may be simple for you, but I don’t deserve the unwarranted hostility I was served with the moment I stepped out of my bedroom.”Her cold eyes fell on Luna Camille and Luna Vivienne, who quickly averted their gazes.“I’m still Princess Varkos, and your mother has crossed a line, so if I’m proven correct, I deserve an apology."Clara pursed her lips, throwing a blaming glance at her mother. Everyone heard what Luna Laurent said. Even Silver Luna felt pissed. No matter how much she disliked Leah, insulting Leah was insolence against the Royal House of Varkos.“Huh.” Luna Laurent felt upset. "You would dare call Prince Varkos for a ladies’ banter?"Clicking her tongue, Leah leaned back. "Ladies’ banter? You insulted and ridiculed me in front of a crowd. Do you know I can press charges against you for breach of dignity under Act 5 of the Lycan Law?"All the Lunas gasped.Shocked, Silver Luna Selene sat up straight. The law was indeed

"…You are not going to touch up your makeup?" she asked.Leah blinked once, "I did." Clara's brows drew together faintly. "No, I mean it's not your usual style. You look…" She hesitated, searching for the right word, though her expression already said enough. "Bare."Leah tilted her head slightly. "Oh, why? Don't I look pretty like that?"Pretty? You look human now, unlike the walking disaster she usually looks, but this was irritating Clara. Though this orphan could never compare to her, the contrast wouldn't be obvious if Leah weren't a freakshow. She found it entertaining when people laughed behind the illiterate idiot.Clara let out a small laugh, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's not about pretty, it's just—" She gestured vaguely. "People are used to your usual style, and you look great in it. That's like your personal style, why would you change it to look just like everyone else?"Leah's gaze dropped briefly, her lashes lowering to hide the quiet shift in her eyes.