Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

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Nyx quietly looked away. The taunt didn’t get the reaction she wanted, and Joanna got all huffy about it. The man next to her noticed something off and frowned, “What’s up?”

“Terry.” Joanna said, softening her tone and flashing a smile, “nothing much, just saw someone I can’t stand.”

She had plenty of people she didn’t like, and Terry gave a vague chuckle, “Alright, got it. What’s her name?”

Truth was, he wasn’t clueless–his little starlet had a nasty temper, always starting trouble, looking down on this one, sneering at that one. Her reputation was trash.

But he didn’t care who was right or wrong–he wasn’t some judge. As long as she stayed pretty and kept him happy, he’d back her up, let her strut around the industry like she owned it.

Joanna leaned into his shoulder, pleased as punch. “Terry, you’re so good to me.”

She pointed at Nyx. “That’s the one–Nyx. She stole the role I had my eye on!”

Someone nearby overheard, frowned, and looked like they wanted to say something but held back. Joanna didn’t care who heard–she had her sugar daddy right there, so she glared at them one by one.

Terry followed her finger and caught just a glimpse of a figure from behind. That graceful silhouette looked like a one–in–a- million beauty. Dressed in a plain white skirt, she had an extra touch of innocence.

Terry lingered on that back view a little too long, suddenly recalling the “world’s greatest beauty” role that got snatched–he started feeling a spark of interest.

Joanna didn’t notice, still whispering in his ear, “She’s basically done filming–just cut her scene today, that’s all.”

It wasn’t out of kindness that she didn’t want Nyx totally crushed–if she asked to chop all of Nyx’s parts, the director, writer, and editor would flip, and it’d get messy.

Just axing today’s scene would be easy enough and still kill Nyx’s big moment. In the other scenes, she’d been swinging around in that ugly bronze mask–no way she’d blow up from that once the show aired.

“Please, Terry?” she cooed, nudging him.

Terry nodded absently, not bothering to head for the director. After a few more rounds of her wheedling, he yanked his arm free, annoyed, “Enough!”

Seeing her teary, panicked eyes, he softened a bit and said, “Hold on a sec. Let her shoot it first, then get the director to cut it.”

Zachary was a professional–getting a scene perfect meant tons of retakes, and Nyx’s bit involved wirework, falling from a tower. It wouldn’t be a breeze,

Letting Nyx go through all that hassle, only to trash the footage later, would really twist the knife. Joanna thought it over, wiped her tears, and broke into a grin.

The crew had already set up the outdoor tower to look war–ravaged–charred beams, crumbling tiles hanging by a thread. When Nyx’s turn came, it was dusk, the setting sun bleeding red across the tower’s weathered bricks. Everything was ready, and the camera locked on Nyx.

The vermilion palace gates hung crooked and wide open, rare flowers trampled into the mud, screams and shout from every direction as servants grabbed gold, silver, jewels, and silks, fleeing with whatever they could carry.

oing

Nyx wore a lavish cloak, its hem dusted with dirt but still elegant, her hair neatly pinned, a floral mark glowing between her brows–she held onto the dignity of royalty.

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“Hurry, Princess! Get to the carriage!” a loyal guard urged, “The gates are breached–there’s no time!”

the distance, her eyes drifting from the grand hall to the concubines‘ quarters, then

her people scattered, her home gone,

sped up, her hair ornaments jangling loose—a guard lunged to grab her robe, but she unfastened it, flung the cloak off, and left their pleas behind with it.

troop of cavalry with the rebel king’s banners galloped through the streets, charging straight for the palace. From the tower, she could see them–maybe they

beauty” alive for their king would be a hell of a prize. The

delicate skin–their eyes glued to that slender figure as she bent to

out the pin

spun and plummeted from the tower, her robes fluttering in tragic

laughing

no need for a redo. Nyx had pulled off

got this classical vibe, like you stepped right out of ancient times,” he said, still buzzing, chasing after Nyx with praise,

busted fake blood pack, and gave him an

actually lived in

folks still caught up in Nyx’s performance, gushing

felt so natural, even her fall from the tower flowed perfectly–no stiffness in her limbs or body.

but most people there were industry pros–they

face went pale. She clutched Terry’s sleeve.

fascination he’d

said, prying her hand off and smoothing his wrinkled sleeve,

hit his sweet spot–he wanted her in his pocket, too. Keeping two lovers at once was no big deal–with enough cash,

don’t make trouble for me, got it?” he

mess with outsiders all she wanted, but not on his turf. He wasn’t about to let his backyard catch fire and spend his days playing referee for his

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and stopped stirring the pot, if Nyx hooked up with Terry, she probably wouldn’t let her

she cried, grabbing his arm, “You can’t go after Nyx—Zachary and the writer really like

seemed extra fond of Nyx, looking out for her a

like her? She’s still just a no–name

some clout, sure, but at best they were equals–no way he’d stick his neck out for some random little

to mess with Nyx, why didn’t you say the director might protect her?” Terry sneered, shaking her off. A

this chick wouldn’t dare poke at her so boldly. Dragging out the director and writer now was just a bluff

you, get lost–don’t ruin my plans.” With that warning, Terry

was in the makeup room, taking off her hairpieces. The artist who’d done her look had gone out to watch her shoot, too, and now her already chatty mouth was in overdrive, rapid–firing praise until Nyx’s

room went

His face was no secret. Everyone even knew he was a big

Why’d he show up here all of a sudden?‘ she thought. The makeup artist remembered Joanna’s blatant hostility toward

clashed with Joanna herself—if that girl wanted to

man said, adjusting his tie and holding out a hand, “I’m Terry Blanchet from JoyTV.”

it. Terry pulled it back, not showing his irritation just yet. He sized her up, grinning. “Relax, I don’t mean

my girl a bit–she’s got a temper, might’ve been rude to you. But I

awards, maybe even become a best actress,” he said, raising a brow, hinting,

talk it over privately,” he added, handing her a business

was dead

artist’s jaw dropped–she hadn’t seen this coming at all. She’d thought he was there to hassle Nyx not hit on her and try to scoop her

didn’t play the casting couch game. The artist glanced at

anna,

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