The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride
I went full sprint, sniffing the air and searching for the boy, and when I found him around his chambers, long legs crossed, eyes on a book, and sipping tea like the gentleman he purported himself to be, I let out a breath of relief.
For a non-werewolf, Diana was pretty fast.
“Hey…Muzan…I…I need you to check…” she panted as she entered the room.
Muzan was as unfazed with her entrance, as he was with mine.
“I’m fine if you’re asking whether the death curse found me,” he snorted. “Been living in this house with a half-baked wizard only interested in anything that ends his life, and you think I’d be walking around unprotected?” his voice held amusement, equivalent to a scathing fit of laughter.
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