Semua Bab The Lycan's Temporary Vow: Desired By The Lycan King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Novaretta,My gaze snapped up. Corvus stood just inside the doorway, tall and still, the afternoon light outlining his broad shoulders. His expression was the same cold mask as always, but something tight sat at the corner of his mouth.I rose and turned. “Oh. Hey. Good afternoon.”He nodded once, a short, precise movement. “Aren’t you supposed to be home?” His eyes scanned the shop in a single sweep—shelves, flowers, the shopkeeper, then back to me. “Buying flowers?”I nodded, then glanced outside. A few people had already gathered near the entrance. One woman ducked her head the moment she recognized him. A younger man straightened his posture so quickly his shoulders nearly locked. Whispers rippled through the small crowd, soft and reverent.“Why are you here?” I asked, meeting his gaze.“I went to find you. You weren’t home. The guards said they hadn’t seen you either.” His voice was low, almost flat, yet the words carried weight.“Oh. You were worried about me?” I smirked, tippin

Novaretta,"Don’t kill him until he reveals everything. And…” Corvus’s expression darkened like a storm gathering over still water, as if he wanted to tear the guards apart with his bare hands. “It’s time for another training for you all. A small fry could enter my private room and you had no idea about it.”The guards stiffened as one. Their eyes dropped to the floor. The head of the group stepped forward and bowed his head slightly, voice low and careful.“It’s our fault to fail to protect you, Your Majesty. We will go through another re-evaluation. Please have mercy.”Corvus waved his hand dismissively. The guards left with the assassin, dragging the man between them. The door closed with a soft, final click that left the room suddenly quieter than before.I stared at the tiny knot of gauze on my hand, the one he had wrapped with such careful precision. Since more than half of my soul had been damaged, causing Star to face a deadly backlash, my self-healing ability had grown painfu

Novaretta,The corridor outside the suite stretched long and quiet under the soft glow of recessed lights. The air held a lingering coolness from the earlier confrontation, a faint metallic edge that brushed against my skin. Corvus kept my bandaged arm linked with his, his stride measured so I never had to hurry. The residual chill still clung to me, but the steady pressure of his presence pushed it back, warm and solid through the fabric of his sleeve.Ahead, the double doors to the grand hall stood open. Music drifted out in low, elegant waves, mixed with the murmur of voices and the occasional sharp clink of glass against glass. A trace of polished wood and expensive perfume hung in the threshold air.We stepped through together. Conversation faltered in a ripple that started nearest the entrance and spread outward, leaving pockets of sudden quiet in its wake. Heads turned. I felt every gaze land on me, on the simple dress I still wore from earlier, on the bandage wrapping my arm,

Novaretta,The party was kind of boring. Everyone here had come for one purpose only. To suck up to the people who could help them with business deals or marriage alliances. The air itself felt thick with ambition and false laughter. Crystal glasses clinked. Soft music drifted from the far end of the hall, but none of it reached the cold corners where real conversations happened in hushed, calculating tones.Corvus was too busy to check on me as well. He moved from one cluster of important faces to another, tall and composed, the center of gravity for every ambitious soul in the room. It seemed this event held real weight for him. I watched his broad back for a moment longer, then looked away. There was no point in waiting for attention that would not come.I stayed seated in the quiet corner of the hallway, a half-empty glass of sparkling water in my hand. Boredom settled over me like a heavy cloak. Eliza had to leave since she bought a lot of things and had to handle it personall

The three-storey villa of the Aristabound family stood quiet under the evening sky, its stone walls holding the weight of old power and older expectations. Inside the living room, heavy curtains muted the last of the daylight, and the air carried the faint scent of polished wood and the sharp, clean bite of expensive tea leaves waiting to be steeped. Elder Aristabound sat in the high-backed chair nearest the fireplace, a man near eighty whose frame still held the rigid posture of someone who had never learned to yield. His face was carved with deep lines, the skin of his hands thin and spotted, yet his eyes remained cold and alert. Beside him, Mr. Aristabound, the current CEO, rested one arm along the sofa, his suit still crisp from the office, the faint smell of city exhaust clinging to the fabric. Across from them Mrs. Aristabound arranged her skirts with restless fingers. After a long silence, she lifted one hand toward the servant standing near the doorway. “Bring the tea.