Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

Chapter 402 Chapter 402

64%

Since it was still daylight, the captured barbarians and their leader, Monka, were waiting to be dealt with. Erik didn't indulge himself, only grabbed Nyx for a quick kiss before releasing her.

It wasn't that his self-control was so strong. Quite the opposite, he didn't trust his self-control. He knew that once he let loose, he wouldn't be able to stop, which is why he dared not take action.

Although he didn't go further, Nyx still looked like she had been tortured, her hair wet with sweat, sticking to her forehead, and her dress wrinkled with many

creases.

Erik patiently wrapped her up in a thick woolen blanket, tidied up the shattered screen and the mess on the floor, then half- knelt at the bedside, kissing her forehead before reporting, "The deputy commander and the officers are waiting for me. I'll be back before dinner."

"Arlong is just outside. If you need anything, tell him," he added, not forgetting to remind her once more.

Nyx, still stunned, shrank into the blanket, only her fair, pinkish face showing, like a helpless little rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

Not receiving a response, Erik quickly averted his gaze, unable to look any longer. He put on his clothes and left.

If he looked any longer, Pale Wolf would have surely given in to his urge to torture the rabbit.

びっく

The humid air gradually cooled down. Only Nyx remained alone in the tent. She sat there for a while, her gaze falling on the armor on the table, her face flushing bright red like a tomato.

When she helped him take off that armor, she thought she had everything under control, acting all arrogant.

But in the end, she was just kissed, and she completely lost the battle.

Pale Wolf had truly missed her after three months, so much that he seemed like he wanted to devour her, from her hair to her toes, leaving no inch untouched.

He seemed so thirsty, his throat constantly swallowing, his lips cracked and rubbing against her neck, making her want to hide.

However, with such a disparity in strength, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape.

Erik kept staring at her with his reddish wolf eyes, as though he had locked onto his prey.noveldrama

Looking back on it, Nyx felt like her entire body was burning. Embarrassed, she buried her face in the blanket.

Thinking about the male's lingering aura before he left, she began to feel a little scared about his return.

Before evening, Arlong drove Nyx and arrived at the mansion where Erik was temporarily staying in Nevaton.

The large mansion was only occupied by Erik.

There were no wives, concubines, or close relatives by his side, nor any beautiful maids. He ate from the same pot of food as the soldiers every day, and didn't even keep a cook. Only Arlong, his trusted confidant, and a few shadow guards often moved around the mansion.

Now that Nyx had arrived, though only temporarily, the maids and servants were all provided for her immediately.

Arlong personally selected them and brought them to Nyx for confirmation.

14:03 Sat, 15 Mar

64%

He introduced each of the servants to her and then bowed, saying, "Madam, rest assured, they are all honest people with clean backgrounds and quick hands."

As soon as Nyx heard the words "honest people," her hands trembled, and she almost spilled the tea onto herself.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, nodded to show that she trusted Arlong and had no objections.

After spending the afternoon nervously thinking up countermeasures, when the maid came to report that the general had returned, Nyx had already masked her emotions well. Her face was calm and collected, with no trace of panic.

From a distance, she smelled the scent of alcohol and quickly stood up to meet him. "Did you drink?"

"Yes." Erik lowered his head, as if afraid she would be angry. "It was a victory banquet; I drank a little."

He was a general, and no one dared force him to drink, but his subordinates had repeatedly offered him drinks, and so he had consumed one cup after another.

By now, he had really drunk quite a bit.

"Have you eaten?" Nyx wasn't angry. She softly ruffled his hair and led him into the house.

"No, I haven't eaten..." Once inside, Erik wrapped his arms around her from behind, and his hot breath slid down her neck. "I want to eat with Nyx."

His eyes were bright, his pupils filled with her reflection, like a dog wagging its tail at its owner.

When he said he wanted to eat with her, he would never let her wait in vain.

Nyx couldn't say how she felt. She pursed her lips and pinched the muscles around his waist and abdomen through his clothes. “You'll regret it if your stomach hurts later."

She thought, 'No matter what age, Pale Wolves are always just as foolish.'

The victory banquet was a serious matter, missing one meal to eat with her wasn't an issue. She thought, 'Why force himself to just drink?'

"It doesn't hurt; I have no regrets... but don't pinch me, Nyx." Erik seemed quite drunk. He didn't seem to understand what she was saying. His body tensed up suddenly, gripping her wrist with both hands, his ears turning red. "I'm drunk. I can't help it."

Nyx froze for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she immediately withdrew her hand. "Who touched you? I was pinching you."

Her little strength, even if she tried to pinch hard, was no different from flirting for a man with tough skin.

When the maids came in to serve the food, they caught sight of Nyx pinching the general's ears, almost straddling him aggressively. She was far from the gentle and serene woman from earlier.

They immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look further. Their minds were in turmoil.

Nyx released her grip. She thought, 'No, it's not what you think. I am just reminding Pale Wolf to eat on time and not drink on an empty stomach.

Pinching his ears was because he seemed hazy with drunkenness, and she was afraid he wouldn't listen without some pressure.

"I'll remember, Nyx." The general nodded obediently, as though unaware of the maids in the room. He only focused on pleasing Nyx. "I'll listen to you."

14:03 Sat, 15 Mar 0

64%

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of plates and bowls clattering echoed,

as the maids had been so startled they lost their grip.

Erik looked up at the sound, frowned, "Go, you don't need to serve here.

His presence was imposing, even though he was young. He had fought on the battlefield for years, and just sitting there was enough to make people fearful.

The maids were a bit afraid of him. They nervously put down their things, bowed, and left.

Just before the door closed, they caught a glimpse of the general standing up to wash his hands, lifting the bowls and fork, as if preparing to serve Nyx.

The maids thought, 'Did they get it wrong?'

"You don't have to worry about me." Nyx also picked up a bowl, ladled some hot soup, and pushed it toward Erik. "Have some soup to help with the alcohol." Whatever Nyx said, Erik would do. He seemed to have truly meant what he said earlier: he would listen to her.

After finishing his meal, he lay on Nyx's lap, reaching out to measure her waist, which was just the right size for him to hold. He suddenly raised his gaze, staring at her with an intense look, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

In an instant, Nyx's heart almost skipped a beat, and the sense of danger she had just shaken off flared up again.

AD

Comment

Send