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Chapter 4

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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like a physical blade, carrying the deadly weig

pureblood male, yet my blatant disresp

idian chair, a dark, razor-sharp glin

ce rumbling through the quiet courtyard with the

tes carries a price far st

sing the distance between us until the scent radiating

winter cedar laced with the metallic tang of

air, releasing the intoxicating fragrance of rain-drenched wild

into predatory slits,

ds clamped down on the stone armrests, his ches

clawing violently against its mental cage,

eelchair, letting my fingertips deliberately brush

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ross our touching skin-pure, unmistaka

surged straight down my spine, violently stealing the

ze while keeping my voice entirely flat. "Compared to the value I b

raising a sharp, skeptical eyebrow. "Value? What value could a

until my amber eyes locked onto his

I will survive your curse, and I will be

ng across the courtyard; no one had ever dared to bart

of his pure Lycan aura slammed into my chest like

urning under the brutal weight, yet my

to a dangerous rasp as his gaze lingered hungrily on

action of an inch, "you grant me complete freedom and saf

ence, his dark eyes readin

chuckle vibrated deep

his wheelchair around. "

leather medicine bag strapped across his chest nervo

e fallen warriors on the flagstones until he reached my si

e stunned, fearful stares of the fortress se

lickering iron sconces along rough black stone wal

frantic glances over his shoulder, watching me like I

hilling glare. "Stare at me again, and I will

nds over his face as he scrambled up the steps. "I am not look

oor corridor and pushed it open. "This is your chamber. It sits ri

s, spartan room decorated in sombe

nds before leaning in to whisper urgently, "Princess... wander the

voice. "Not clean? Are you referring to the previou

nd he waved his hands in sheer panic. "I s

is frantic footsteps fading do

ak door and slid the

oked out at the jagged obsidian peaks swallow

re convenient excuses f

d bone needle, and pricked the tip of my index finger, letting a

d bubbled

lear solution turned

stematically saturated with mic

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