Zephyr's POV
As I walked out of the rundown house, my gaze lingered behind, fixated on the dwelling where my mate temporarily resided. Not for long; soon, she would be safe under the same roof, even if not yet in my arms. With a deep sigh, I instructed Frederick, "Station guards near the house. They should not leave the premises." Despite Anastesia's father agreeing to the proposition, a subtle resistance gleamed in his eyes. He might attempt to flee with his family before dawn. Turning to Frederick, I added, "And remember, no harm should happen to any member of the family. If the opposite occurs, there will be a bloodbath."
Frederick gulped in response and informed me, "I'll inform the guards, Your Majesty. And we've already taken the soldier, the one little madam told us about, into custody." A smirk played on my lips; the soldier who dared touch my mate would soon face the consequences. "Your Majesty, the car is ready," Frederick continued. We got into the car, heading towards our mansion, our home.
I couldn't shake off a growing headache as we reached the imposing structure. "I don't want to stumble upon any magical folks of our household today," I muttered. Exiting the car, I approached the main entrance, mentally preparing to act as though I hadn't just encountered my mate. Hastening my steps towards my office, I caught a glimpse of Lysander sitting in the lounge, engrossed in his tablet. He took a deep breath as I passed him. I avoided eye contact, sensing that he noticed, yet remained silent. Approaching my office, I sighed, "At least the silent dragon won't throw a tantrum." I entered my office and closed the door behind me.
Before I could delve into my pending tasks, Lysander approached in silent steps. "Let's discuss this in your office," he suggested, passing by me to enter the room. I rubbed my temples, muttering to myself, "Could be worse. At least he's not making a scene." Entering the office, I closed the door, preparing for an inevitable conversation.
Lysander wasted no time. "Zep, care to explain why you reeked of my mate when you had gone to the human village to take care of the retaliators?" The words hung in the air, demanding an explanation for the scent that clung to me—a scent that belonged to another member of our supernatural kin.
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Veiled Bonds
FantasyIn a world where supernaturals exposed themselves, revealing an array of fantasy creatures, a complex hierarchy emerged among the rare races-shifters, fae, dragons, and formidable demons. Magic pulsed through their veins, power heightened in purer b...
