Chapter 968

The air trembled with the tension of an invasion, a palpable force that made breathing seem like a luxury.

Thalassa trembled with excess fear, her limbs still weak from the ordeal, as she glanced towards the doorway. There, striding in with a commanding presence that seemed to dominate the very room, was a tall figure flanked by an entourage. His regal bearing was unmatched-án aura that spoke of a ruler among men.

It was Lysander!

Thalassa’s heart fluttered with a mixture of dread and an inexplicable sensation.

“Lysander…”

Her voice was hoarse, the words barely escaping her lips. She wanted to tell him about the harrowing events she had just endured, but a wave of overwhelming emotion surged within her, bringing tears to her eyes.

She hadn’t felt the urge to cry when faced with the cruelty and danger earlier, but now, in the presence of him, vulnerability surfaced, and all the fear and grievances came flooding out.

Struggling to maintain her balance, Thalassa attempted to move towards Lysander.

But his countenance was cold as ice, his aura chilling as if it emanated from the depths of hell itself.

he reached out and grasped Thalassa’s

giving out beneath

against his sturdy torso. His powerful arm held her close, pressing her seamlessly into the fit

his

hitched, her cheeks flushing

itself, Lysander’s index finger tilted her chin upward, compelling her to meet his icy

Lysander’s voice was a low rumble, laced with an anger

frantically, worried for her

room with Callum, wrapped up in

the sting of his cold

already reddened, now prickled with pain.

him, bewildered, “Lysander,

eyes… Are

felt a sense of relief upon seeing Lysander,

his words were a betrayal.

not from sorrow or pain, but

ruin, yet not a single tear had fallen. But now, a single

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