Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

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The reply came fast, like he’d been anxiously waiting (sorry Works crazy may–I’m not home, sis I coulddict hand them over myself)

Nyx glanced at the neighbor’s door, not calling out his excuse.

Nyx: [Okay]

Nyx: [Next time, maybe try a different shop?]

This time, it took ages for a reply: (You don’t like them?]

Through the screen, Nyx could almost hear his heart crack. She snapped a pic of the bouquet and sent its I love them they’re gorgeous. But they might give me the wrong idea.]

Nyx: [Lancet, you’re not interested in me, are you?]

The flowers weren’t loud–soft, gentle tones–but every type screamed love, practically overflowing with it. Without saying it was just a congrats gift, anyone would think it was a confession.

Seafarion panicked: [No way. I’ve got a girlfriend.]

He clutched his phone, kicking himself. Lancet had zilch to do with it. He’d wrapped the bouquet himself. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t help it.

After a long pause, the screen lit up again.

Nyx: [Oops, my bad! Sorry, Lancet!]

Like she was embarrassed, she switched gears: [Oh, I think I saw Seafarion at the audition today.]

Before the male could perk up, she added: [I didn’t even glance at him, but Zachary still asked what we were to each other.]

Nyx: [I swore I don’t know him!]

Nyx: [Don’t worry, Lancet! I’m sticking to the confidentiality deal!]

Nyx: [Little bunny salute emoji]

Seafarion was speechless. His mood became unstable. He knew it was his fault but couldn’t help resenting Lancet a bit.

‘Why do I have to push that stupid confidentiality deal? Without it, would Nyx treat me differently?‘ he wondered.

Too late now–he swallowed his pride and typed stiffly: [Good.]

Feeling it was too cold, he added: [Rest up–you’re still growing.]

Seeing that, Nyx nearly snorted out loud.

Nyx: [I’m an adult, Lancet.]

It was barely past nine–not bedtime yet. Wide awake, she wanted to chat with her partner more.

Nyx: [Seafarion bailed me out at the audition today. I’m grateful.]

Nyx: [To return the favor, I know a bit about leg massages. Could I help him out?]

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the shisured

seen his legs herself–normat, nes fish rail. It was a cave nerve.

into pajamas, auf grabbed her phone again to lighten the mood. If he wasn’t ready

popped up. Seafarion

stumping countless doctors–no cure, not even a clear diagnosis. Walking felt like knives, pain shooting up his legs. As a

little Seafarion stumbling up, crashing down in agony, and frowned hard. She

Law, she perked up and suggested: [How

got special

chance. Seafarion knew that but

with it,

her pajamas, grabbed some essential oil,

on the couch. Lancet, the supposed homeowner, was sweaty and breathless, clearly rushed in as a

politely, rolled up

just got here–now he’s out.

asked, eyeing

straight–faced and cool. “Secret

even flimsier. Lancet opened his mouth to argue, but Seafarion cut in.

Lancet shut up, a weird lonely vibe hitting him–like he was a prop in someone’s game.

two dazed seconds, he turned and left without a word, a weary silhouette, vowing to win his girlfriend back tomorrow and beg

clicked shut. Alone in the big house,

scent. Smelling her, memories sparked. His face burned, and he

to lift his pant leg. After a few tries at the hem, her hand shifted to his belt.

“Your

snug–can’t roll them up,” Nyx said, looking up, eyes clear and innocent. “Can I take them

stay. She needed to

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been burned. He sat rigid–no help, no fight–letting Nyx do whatever. His condition just stopped him from walking, not

they were toned, stronger than most. Nyx touched them, relaxing a bit.

“unique massage skills” were half–baked nonsense, but she knew some pressure points and techniques–decent

felt normal or pain hit him harder, she pressed gently, testing. “Does

doesn’t hurt.” The business titan who ruled boardrooms

crawled like torture. He held still a bit, then hunched, crossing his legs to shift.

hand?” Nyx glanced

it was no big deal, but it rocked Seafarion like

How would she help? She couldn’t help with that,‘

his head hard, face red, fighting every urge. Already screwed up once–he

focused on massaging, her face all business, dropping the matter. Her earlier ask felt like a tease. She flipped between flirty and

with, brain a mess, eyes full of her. Awake, he barely held it together. Dreaming, he

a gut punch of loss. Seafarion pressed a hand to

trick. This time, he sent her Seafarion’s real account. No need for her

Ready to ditch the disguise?‘ she

She didn’t accept–she messaged

mess something up yesterday?]

cautious, almost freaked out,

his shyness, rushing to soothe: [No issues. He just