Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Carrying Nyx back home, Zayne was still chewing over how to answer her question.

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As soon as they stepped inside, Zayne was caught off guard by the sight of Theon standing there by the door, looking like he was being punished for something. Zayne thought, ‘Why didn’t he be locked up by the officers?”

Zayne’s eyes narrowed, a sarcastic edge creeping into his voice as he looked at Nyx and said, “You’re looking for that lion? Well, you’ve got one right in front of you.”

Nyx’s first reaction was that Zayne sounded weird, like he was jealous. But then it hit her like a ton of bricks. In her head, she screamed. That out–of–control lion is Theon?!”

Her anger flared up faster than she could stop it. Without thinking, she grabbed the wolf’s car and asked, “So you two were lying to me about this whole thing?”

They’d told her Theon had a mission back at the base and wouldn’t be home.

Zayne’s wolf ears were sensitive, and he flinched hard at the unexpected yank, his body shuddering. “Sorry about that…”

Nyx didn’t even know why she’d done it, but seeing his reaction, she immediately let go, her face flushing as she stammered, “I–I don’t like being lied to.”

The wolf made a short, almost apologetic sound, as if to confirm he wouldn’t pull that stunt again.

Meanwhile, the sight of Nyx riding on the giant snow wolf stabbed at Theon’s nerves.

Usually, when a male went out of control, they got picked up and locked down by the Supervision Office. But Theon’s Loss of Control Index had dropped to 70, so they didn’t restrict his freedom but allowed him to go home.

He’d been panicked, worried about the possibility that during his lost control phase, he might have hurt Nyx or done something unspeakable. That thought had driven him to run all the way back here.

However, when he returned home, the house was empty, and he’d stood there waiting, completely frozen for hours. His mind had been too clouded with anxiety to think straight.

If only he’d checked his Intelligent Brain, he would’ve seen a trending video on StarNet showing Nyx soothing a rogue black mamba on the street and realized it was all a misunderstanding. He’d know he hadn’t done anything wrong to her.

But he hadn’t even glanced at his Intelligent Brain.

shoulders slumped, and asked in a tight and hoarse voice, “Can

was caught off guard by

met, Theon had always struck her as the epitome of confidence and

lying to me? But that wasn’t exactly a huge deal, and

always been tied to Theor. Suddenly, she felt a

him, but just as she was about to leave,

attention back.

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to let her go alone. He knew he couldn’t keep her

up on the unspoken message, Nyx hesitated for a moment before opening her arms and pulling

Zayne were in his human form, Nyx might’ve felt shy. But with his beast form,

his eyes closing in contentment to soak up her warmth. After a long moment, he finally loosened his grip and let

their way up

just a crack, and a soft breeze swirled in, sending a flurry of pink petals

to turn around and find that Theon was gone. In his place stood the familiar sight of a lion. It had a golden mane and amber eyes–it was the same clingy lion she knew. For a second, Nyx remembered all the carefree moments she’d shared with the lion–rolling around and playing together. Nyx was filled with warmth, and her lips twitched into a smile. Then

flashing through her mind–the images of her rolling around with him, touching him, kissing him… But now, all those scenes were replaced by Theon’s face. Nyx shuddered, her body

more she thought, the

averted her gaze and started looking everywhere but at him,

had done something to her, so she was avoiding

even gone so far down the drain. She probably couldn’t

with regret as he shifted back into his

a flash, no longer forcing males to awkwardly get dressed

a whole new world. She gawked in surprise as Theon transformed into a handsome, well–dressed

saw something even more shocking–Theon kneeled

smooth, deliberate motion, the sound of his knee hitting

gasped, thinking he’d hurt himself somehow, and

arms, and no matter how

and said in an apologized tone,

fit.