Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 462

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After that impulsive move, Nyx felt a twinge of regret. Judging by Kian’s reaction, he might as well have turned into a statue. Or maybe he was burning up–his neck was redder than ever.

She’d meant to take things slow, case him into it. Going straight for the strong stuff had backfired like this. Their planned night of sharing a bed naturally fell apart.

Kian silently lay down on the floor, turning his back to her, not daring to glance her way. The fleeting glimpse he’d caught replayed endlessly in his mind. His spine stiffened, sleep nowhere in sight.

Nyx didn’t dare push him further. She put her clothes back on properly and stayed quiet for the night. It wasn’t until dawn started breaking that she turned back into her beast form. Acting like nothing had happened, she hopped onto Kian from above.

Hearing the movement, Kian instinctively reached out to catch her without a second thought. But once he realized what he’d done, a clear wave of panic and fluster washed over him–like he was holding a hot potato.

He couldn’t look straight at the little rabbit anymore. The moment he thought about who she really was and how her belly was now pressed against his palm, a rush of heat surged through him.

He’d been ignoring that fact all along. The little rabbit was Nyx, and Nyx was the little rabbit. Everything he’d touched, the way he’d shamelessly rubbed his nose and checks against her–all of it was her.

Those over–the–top memories came flooding back, and Kian could barely breathe. Nyx could feel the hands holding her trembling slightly.

She nibbled on her paw, debating for a while before deciding not to turn back into her human form. She stayed as a bunny, clinging to Kian.

If she turned human again, she wouldn’t have an excuse to act clingy. With how old–fashioned and proper Kian was right now, he’d probably avoid her like the plague.

But he couldn’t bring himself to push away a little rabbit. No matter how embarrassed he felt, he’d keep holding her–he wouldn’t let go and drop her.

In the little kitchen, Ernest had been waiting for ages.

The thought of learning new recipes and earning spirit stones back at the canteen had him so excited he couldn’t sleep. He’d tossed and turned all night, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes. Even channeling spiritual energy to cultivate for a bit didn’t make them go away.

in the sect, but it had plenty of disciples–tens of thousands of

lacking a Foundation Establishment, unable to practice inedia, and unwilling to spend money on fasting pills. If

the place. The spiritual meals hadn’t even been put up for sale yet, but he could already imagine

other cooks, he could earn in a

much cash. Ernest, for one, admitted he couldn’t be that lofty.

little rabbit, sneaking a glance upward, but he couldn’t quite read Nyx’s emotions from that fluffy

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under his eyes–probably too excited to sleep. Kian caught Ernest’s inexplicable “I

himself, and even when they reached Pill Cauldron Peak, he still hadn’t snapped out of

shaking his head with a hiss.

heavy dark circles? Has he not slept

huh?” he teased while

flying–kick the puppet. Before she could act, a large hand suddenly grabbed her

robe with one hand while drawing his longsword with the other. Expressionless, his

dry as he clapped a few times, unable to hold back a sigh, “It’s really hard

endure it without a

at the jab. He stumbled slightly. He’d already made a fool of himself in front of the one person he most wanted to impress. Last night, he’d had nothing to do with “unflappable“-completely

in her beast form all day today, probably because he’d scared her last

meals every day, Nyx,” he said, head slightly lowered, his voice heavy, “You’ve got your own things to do. Don’t waste

caught the hint of avoidance in his tone and poked her head out of his robe with a “whoosh.” Before she could argue back, Magnus jumped in, looking like he was facing a crisis. “What

bring food, what am

got to be busy with?” A new disciple like her

in, “Just that yesterday Master said he wants to

canteen, but all she had to do was farm and occasionally give Ernest some pointers–same as