Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 425

Chapter 425

Nyx was young, thrust into the grind early, stuck with a pimp like Dylan. Her views got skewed. He didn’t want to take advantage anymore–just protect her, fix her outlook, keep her safe from creeps like him.

Nyx: [I know.]

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Her reply zipped back in a second, just two words. Seafarion’s breathing hitched–he couldn’t read her. He thought, ‘If she knew, why’d she say that stuff yesterday?‘

His mind wandered, scared it was wishful thinking. He stewed all day, too chicken to ask. Mustering every ounce of guts, he only managed a dinner invite.

Nyx said yes. It thrilled him more than a hundred–billion deal. He couldn’t hide his giddiness; even the office noticed.

Too antsy to wait till evening, Seafarion ditched work early–a first–prepped dinner, fruits, desserts, snacks, and waited, jittery and excited.

With the boss gone, the company chat blew up with gossip, hounding Lancet to spill what was up. Lancet wouldn’t dare snitch. Truth was, he had no clue either. Seafarion and Nyx’s thing was getting weirder by the day.

He used to think he was an ace assistant–knew his boss’s every move without a word. Now, he felt that Seafarion’s heart was a mystery he couldn’t figure out.

Right on time, Nyx showed up next door with fresh essential oil. A glance at the table, and she knew Seafarion had asked Gavin about her tastes. She didn’t call it out.

Flashing a sweet smile, she said, “What a coincidence–these are my favorite.”

Seafarion’s handpicked chef was no slouch. Nyx ate happily, full and ready to drop her fork, when a piece of fish landed on her plate. She looked up at the male across from her–ears red, lashes fluttering nervously.

Nyx got it. He’d probably agonized all meal, wanting to serve her but overthinking it. Full or not, Nyx picked up the fish slowly and ate it.

“Thanks,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I like fish.”

The wipe cleared the grease, leaving her lips plump and red, locking the male’s gaze. Seafarion tugged at his collar, Adam’s apple bobbing.

They were stuffed and buzzed. Another willpower battle loomed. He dreaded screwing up, but he’d asked for it. He’d prepped as best he could.

Nyx noticed he’d layered loose shorts under his pants today and raised an eyebrow. A longtime partner turning shy always tickled her mischief. When the males took charge, she’d dodge. When they held back, she got eager.

She poured some oil on her hands, rubbing it in casual–like. It didn’t matter what he wore. It was useless. After a grueling half–hour, Seafarion covered his eyes, accepting the grim truth.

A few slip–ups in front of Nyx, and the shame started fading. Once, twice, a few days of her dropping by, and Seafarion’s nerves toughened up. He stopped hiding he was her neighbor–no more Lancet as a front. A quiet understanding settled between them.

No need to plan–Nyx came over nightly for dinner, massaged him, chatted, helped with work, used his bathroom, stashed her stuff in his place, crashed in his guest room. She crept into his space bit by bit. He couldn’t resist—didn’t want to.

Two months later, the delayed costume drama Breaking Chains finally started shooting. Jobless Nyx got busy, heading to set. Filming was in Broskel. She could’ve gone home daily, but after thinking it over, she picked the crew’s hotel.

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home–cooked meals daily around set breaks. Everything ran smoothly. First–time

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got more scenes, tied tight to the lead, so they shot that first. The

scenes, crashed at the hotel

alone, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Days of insomnia followed–he visibly

to Lancet, “Boss get dumped or

Seafarion hadn’t even started dating–maybe a crush at best. Now, with his crush

but kept quiet, tossing out a

Nyx, Seafarion was dying to see her. But showing up meant other actors spotting him–could tank Nyx’s

to hush it up, keep leaks tight, but the crew hung with Nyx daily. If they knew she was tangled with a wheelchair guy, they’d

but never made a move- always lurking. If he chased like that, he’d never win his girl back

went rogue with a dumb one. “Couldn’t

eyes flickered, lips pressing–he was tempted. He pulled out his phone, opened Nyx’s chat,

ages of drafting, he sent: [Heard the

washed up, sat to eat, and checked her phone–shoulders shaking, laughing

she didn’t need to guess what

Nyx: [Yeah.]

bunny sigh

[Dirty or not, gotta use ‘em–what

expected, he shot back: [Send them

when dry cleaning is easier? How can I make a

back and forth before caving. Back at the hotel that night, she packed all

dropped. “Are you sure?” she stammered, staring at Nyx. “Let me wash them instead!”

the close stuff. Nyx triple–checked it was fine. Helly

actually took the laundry pile–his

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to the hotel, dazed.

from a shower, her face glowed pink

for

Nyx looked up, waved her over for fruit, and asked casually,

around a strawberry. “Can Seafarion even wash clothes?” A man that rich probably hadn’t touched chores

smile, finding Helly’s innocence cute,

soundly for once. Waking up, he found his face buried in them, took a deep breath, then snapped awake, blushing as

bra strap. Seafarion froze, eyes wide, stunned. His

closed doors. Women’s clothes hung on

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