Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 403

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Her brain worked at lightning speed as she recalled the strategy she'd come up with that afternoon. She casually asked, "So, how did you break into Barbarians' stronghold? Is the rebellion completely crushed now? What's going to happen to their leader? Are you sending him back to Hilltop City?"

She figured talking business would help her dodge other topics. But Erik didn't take the bait. He just kept staring at her with those burning eyes. After a long moment, he suddenly propped himself up and leaned in, kissing her like a storm rolling over the horizon.

The little rabbit had traveled a thousand miles to deliver itself straight into the wolf's jaws, devoured until not even its bones remained-too late to cry about it

now.

The next day at noon, Nyx finally dragged herself out of bed, her limbs soft as noodles. Erik stayed right by the bedside, jumping up the second he heard her stir to help her wash and get ready.

The maids' chores got completely hijacked-they could only watch as the general, with hands used to wielding swords and spears, deftly twisted her hair into a neat, pretty bun.

Just as they started to marvel at it, a massive wolf's head poked through the doorway, scaring the daylights out of the young

maids, their faces turning pale in an instant. "A wolf! How can there be a wolf here?"

It was clearly a wild wolf-every strand of fur bristling with untamed energy, its frame sturdy and thick. Though it still had the look of a young pup, it was already bigger than most grown wolves. In its mouth, it carried a tiny rabbit, probably its snack.

The maids trembled, torn between pity for the rabbit and terror that the wolf might turn its attention to them and take a bite.

But the gray-furred wolf didn't even spare them a glance. It padded straight toward Nyx with light, confident steps, then flopped down by her feet under everyone's nervous stares, rolling over to show its belly. A bunch of eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight.

Nyx looked down, her eyes crinkling with a smile. She rubbed its fur a couple times with her bare foot and said, “Had enough fun out there? Back home now, huh?"

wild wolf cub, after all. Though it was attached to her, that feral streak in its bones never faded. The moment it hit the wild, its blood

Nyx, seeing it didn't want to sit still, had let it loose

playing cute, then dropped the rabbit from its mouth into

picked it up to look it over. That light yellow fur

her head, then

Erik gave the cub a longer look. It never listened to him, and suddenly he thought it kinda felt like his

gaze away and brought,up Nyx's questions from last night. "The barbarians took a big hit this time because some insiders slipped a sedative into the food they brought. Pretty much anyone who ate at the feast lost the will to

they didn't get drugged. We nabbed Monka, but the old guy was slippery

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a small number-but plenty of them slipped out in the chaos too. Those barbarians know Misty Ridge like the back of their hands. If they regroup under that old fox, they'll still be a

been wiped out or captured in the last three months of fighting-technically, the rebellion was already as

Monka's foster father, I'll haul them both back to Hilltop City," Erik said

getting a clearer picture of how things stood. But she didn't say anything-like she hadn't even heard Erik talking-and just kept playing with the

at me, Nyx?" He knew he'd messed up, so he half-knelt down, resting his head on her knee

torn between laughing and fuming. She lifted her foot and pressed it against his shoulder.

apart so long, though, so she let it slide and indulged him pretending to

even the honest guy wasn't that honest-once he got going with a little

didn't like it, I won't drink again,” the big-tailed wolf said, sneaking a peek at Nyx's face. "Next

can kick me out."

it or ever really kick him out. Whatever.

were like this. Pale Wolf was already the most well- behaved, even if he usually got the short end of the stick against the sly little cat with eight hundred tricks up its sleeve.

let out a vague little hum, leaving him to figure it out. Erik

things over. If he could turn