Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 422

Nyx: [Why’d you have me add your personal account all of a sudden, Lancet?]

The reply came fast, like he’d rehearsed it: [This is my life account–separate from work. We’re neighbors now, so you can hit me up on whichever you want.]

Nyx chuckled, typing quick: [Sweet–guess that makes you my friend now, Lancet.)

In the quiet room, the phone screen’s faint glow lit up Seafarion’s face. He stared at Nyx’s words, reading them over and over. When she sent a little bunny–peeking–out emoji, he couldn’t help tapping to save it.

Nyx: [Actually, I’ve got a question for you, Lancet–not sure if it’s cool to ask.]

The joy washed away fast–Seafarion’s heart clenched, like a fist squeezed it tight.

“What question?‘ he thought, ‘Is it something I couldn’t answer easily–probably personal. Is she really into Lancet?‘

Before he could spiral too far, Nyx’s message hit: [Sorry, I couldn’t control myself last night. Didn’t see Seafarion today, so I’m kinda worried–did I hurt him?]

In a flash, Seafarion lit up–his pale skin went red from his ears down his neck, spreading fast.

Nyx lounged on the sofa, feet up, watching the “typing” bubble flicker on and off for five or six minutes–no message yet. Her stomach hurt from holding in laughs.

After ages, a short one came: [No.]

Two seconds later, he added: [You? Are you hurt?]

Seeing Nyx say she was fine too, Seafarion let out a long breath, but the blush wouldn’t fade.

He’d never thought he was some horny creep, but last night kept looping in his head–he couldn’t stop replaying it, hooked like an addict.

He touched his burning cheek, took a deep breath, and set the phone down to cool off. The screen flashed–Nyx sent a video. He couldn’t tell what it was from the thumbnail. Seafarion’s shaky hands fought it, but he caved and hit play.

“Did you set up my place, Lancet?” Nyx’s soft, playful voice came through. She held the phone, filming the house with the back camera–living room to every corner.

She sounded happy, like she was smiling. “I love it–thanks, Lancet.”

Two short lines, and Seafarion’s mood rode her voice like a rollercoaster–wild swings. He’d done the place up–her liking it was the best news. But hearing her thank Lancet so sweetly soured his chest.

The video hit the master bedroom–camera flipped to front–facing. Seafarion wasn’t ready–bam, her stunning face filled the screen, heart pounding like drums.

“How’s this dress?” Nyx pulled the camera back, spinning half a circle to show off her strappy sundress. “Cute, right? Bought it ages ago–never wore it ‘til now.”

The skirt flared out in layers, making her look like a flower fairy. Seafarion couldn’t peel his eyes off–felt split in two. H his brain screamed ‘cute, the other half drowned in jealousy.

‘Why’d she doll up and send this to Lancet, asking if he liked it?‘ he thought.

He clenched his lips, shut off the video–wanted to chuck the phone across the room, like that’d ditch all his messy feelings

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too. But Nyx kept pinging him–asking about the dress.

He couldn’t ghost her–gripped the phone tight and typed honest: [Cute]

Nyx [Think Seafarion would like it?)

Seafarion couldn’t believe it–joy

ask

him to like

with

seem to like me–won’t see me, doesn’t want to be tied

I crossed a line yesterday–not on

bunny

Seafarion stared at that crying bunny

be

[You didn’t cross him–he’s the one who rudely crossed you. He’s guilty.]

I like her?‘ Seafarion asked

messages came after that–Nyx figured the chat was done, time to quit while ahead.

[You’re not a

was up outside. Bedroom

her sides. Didn’t need to think hard–she knew he was wallowing in self–pity again. They clearly liked each other, but he was hung up on

ditch him, just tease him a little. Nyx rolled out of bed, ignored the message, slipped on slippers,

alarm, slept ‘til ten–thirty. Besides that one message from Seafarion, there were a few unread

**

[Morning,

[Did any scripts or roles from yesterday catch your eye?]

[Or what kinda script do you like? Got any favorite writers or directors

a visit from Lancet,

said, it sounded like Nyx could have whatever she wanted–custom scripts, top actors to co–star wi didn’t want to act, singing,

‘f she

everything they had. If she wanted to chill, they’d let her be the comfiest couch potato around.

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biz for years and thought she’d seen every type of relationship, but Seafarion and Nyx still

passed Lancet’s words on to Nyx, but privately, she figured it’d be better for Nyx

no problem, but men’s feelings changed like the wind–she shouldn’t count on that. In the end, running her own career was

young and probably couldn’t see it yet. With a shortcut right

braced herself to roll with Nyx’s antics. At ten–thirty. though, she suddenly got a message from Nyx.

you sent yesterday, Marilyn, and

me. The shadow guard’s

[So, when’s the

one before and don’t know the process. Hope you can teach me, Marilyn.]

to make sure she really meant to audition–not just messing around. Those roles were hers for the picking. With enough

compete.

waved it off. “Nah, I’d rather audition myself.”

didn’t see the point. In this world, her main gig was landing her partner and passing the test. Everything else was just a laid–back bonus.

She picked up the script Nyx chose, skimmed it again, and hesitated. “Why not

she had to factor in Nyx being a newbie- complex parts

fewer scenes, sure, but she’s stunning–great character too,” Marilyn

touch of melancholy mixed with grit, and it’d be

rubbing her nose sheepishly. “She’s the world’s most beautiful woman–I don’t

to sound vain, but she knew she was pretty. Still, beauty was subjective, and while she was sure her partners saw her as the world’s

fell was noble and poetic, but

shaking her head with a half–laugh, half–sigh. A face

tried nudging Nyx again. “The shadow guard’s masked–no

the couch. “I know,

nes.”

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