Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

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Nyx stirred vaguely amid a noisy clamor, frowning as her lashes fluttered and her mind cleared. She felt so cold.

Water splashed, and before she could process it, strong arms hauled her out of the tub. They wrapped her in a blanket like a cocoon, dried her off, and dressed her in thick clothes.

Huddled in her partner’s arms, dizzy and dazed for a while, Nyx finally pieced together what happened. She’d fallen asleep in the bath.

“Achoo, achoo-!” After a string of sneezes, she stopped, her little face scrunching up.

She’d felt the chill while dozing but couldn’t wake up–just curled her hands and feet tighter. The bathwater had gone cold ages ago, and she’d soaked in it who–knows–how–long. Now her nose was stuffed, breathing rough.

“Ugh, I think I’m sick,” Nyx said, struggling to breathe a few times before sighing. Embarrassed, she turned and buried her face in Pale Wolf’s chest.

They had worked so hard to strengthen her body. But she was so stupid and caught a cold in summer. She felt ashamed.

He didn’t say a word. Nyx waited quietly, but a weird feeling crept up on her. Maybe she was imagining it, but she swore Pale Wolf’s hands were shaking. Not just his hands–his whole body seemed to tremble.

“What’s wrong?” She looked up and flinched at his bloodshot eyes. “What happened?”

“Weren’t they at Four Peaks Mountain? Did Banon pull something again?‘ she thought.

“Where’s Aurelius?” Nyx asked, panicking as she glanced at the door. Straining to listen, she caught chaos outside–someone wailing in terror.

‘Why are the maids crying out of nowhere? Did something happen to the Emperor?‘ she thought.

Nyx freaked out, clutching Pale Wolf and demanding, “What’s going on? Don’t hide it from me!”

check outside herself. The door swung open,

fine.

hugged her chilled body tight, murmuring low,

spoke, he cupped her face. Under her confused stare, he suddenly kissed her lips, pouring everything into

it even harder for her to catch her breath. She didn’t know what

no one to turn to for help, like a little rabbit that had fallen into a den of beasts–small, pitiful, and helpless. They kissed her over and over, her face flushing

managed to free

it was like she’d hit a nerve. One by one, they stared at her with frightening eyes, making every hair on her body stand

stroked her face, nuzzling against her ear. “I’d never

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suddenly started talking like some domineering medord. She wondered if something had

face closely, searching for signs of a disguise. Before she could spot any hints of a mask, she lost her freedom again. Erik pulled her into his arms.

nonstop while his chest heaved dramatically. It wasn’t until Aron arrived with the imperial pbysicians

Nyx started questioning her entire existence. The whole imperial

excuse him from kneeling before he could wobble

said solemnly. He took her pulse with grave

physicians stood by, observing her complexion and energy, listening as she described her symptoms. As

does it sound like Her Ladystup just caught a cold? they thought.

a dire emergency, and he didn’t seem to be faking it. When they entered the bal and saw Auns and the general

though they suspected Nyx might just have a cold, they kept their mouths shut, silently wondering if their medical skills were baking

pain of eyes ined on the old director’s trembling hand as he took her pulse, pinning all their hopes on him. Time ficked

teady tab, her nose itchy. She tried to hold it in but couldn’t, turning her head to sneeze. Erik indunely

in front of them plenty of times. Nyx didn’t mind and