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

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scenes, tied tight to the lead, so they shot that first. The princess’s solo

crashed at the hotel after a rinse–still

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

tiptoed, whispering to Lancet,

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

stunned but kept quiet, tossing out a tip. “Why not visit her on set?”

was dying to see her. But showing up

but the crew hung with Nyx daily. If they knew she was tangled with a wheelchair

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

flopped, so Lancet went rogue with

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

[Heard the hotel washers

saw it during lunch break. Fresh off a scene, she washed up, sat to eat, and checked her phone–shoulders

didn’t need

Nyx: [Yeah.]

bunny sigh

gotta use ‘em–what else

[Send them home–I’ll wash them.]

when dry cleaning is easier? How can I

at the hotel that night, she packed all her worn clothes and had

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

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

without a hitch. Seafarion actually took the laundry pile–his quick grab even

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to the hotel, dazed.

the sofa, rubbing in lotion. Fresh from a shower, her face

and suddenly got why Seafarion went for it. Her boss was fragrant head–to–toe–her

her over for fruit, and asked casually,

puzzled, mumbling around a strawberry. “Can Seafarion even wash clothes?” A man that rich probably

said with a smile, finding Helly’s innocence cute, not explaining much.

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

a bra strap.

breakfast and gawked–his boss was cleaning behind closed doors. Women’s clothes hung on the balcony, fresh–washed. Scrubbing sounds came from the bathroom. Lancet’s brain crashed.

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