Betrayed Luna, Claimed by the lycan King
When I turned back, Vaerith was already walking toward me, a glass of celebratory drink in his hand.
With just one clearing of his throat, the whole room quieted. Werewolves and humans alike turned their attention to him as silence spread like wildfire.
“Tonight, we celebrate Aurora wait, Nyra Virellion,” he corrected smoothly, “the brave champion of the Trials of Heirs, the most anticipated event of the year!”
The crowd cheered. My cheeks burned as I gave a polite bow and a small wave, feeling a bit like a princess.
Raising his glass, Vaerith looked straight at me with a soft smile.
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