The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 163

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When Ophelia returned to her palace, she took care to ignore the inquisitive looks from the servants who were staring at her. Her face was pale, tears were streaming from her eyes, and a hand was covering her cheek.

With haste, she entered her chamber and sat down on her bed, gripping her

dress.

Her cheek had a big, horrible burn, and it was taking a while for it to heal. Her eyes welled up with tears again, streaming down her cheeks so clearly she could feel the burn.

“I hate this.” She inhaled deeply, gripping her dress more firmly.

Meanwhile, Nikolai was alone in his chamber, elegantly attired for the ball and staring blankly at his hands lost in profound thought.

uttered

“I don’t have enough time.” he muttered to himself and scowled somewhat.

At that moment, a timid and anxious–looking servant entered the room.

She stammered a little. “Your… Your divinity is…”

“Ophelia?” Nikolai interrupted right away and hurried over to the servant. “What happened to her?”

The servant was surprised. She had no idea that the sun goddess would cause the supreme master blood moon god to become so concerned. However, it was precisely what she desired. “Your divinity returned crying and pale.”

Nikolai was taken aback. “What?”

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The servant swallowed, feeling his commanding presence turn enraged. “I will lead you to her chamber.” She quickly turned away and started to leave.

Nikolai followed and as soon as the servant stood in front of the chamber,

he wasted no time to walk past her and into the chamber only to see Ophelia asleep on the bed like a starfish.

ervant departed.

a bewildered expression, Nikolai cocked his head and started oaching her with a cautious gait. His eyes shot wide and narrowed at ugly burn on her cheek as soon as he came close. A faint golden glow ckered at the sides as it slowly healed.

How did that happen?” He stepped just in front of the bed and questioned in surprise. Upon closer inspection, he saw that she had indeed been crying because of the dried tears that covered her cheeks.

Since he understood what she planned to accomplish, he was perplexed. There was absolutely no way that she would grieve over her father’s refusal.

And the burn? What was the cause?

He let out a long sigh, pulled her duvet, and covered her with it. However, as he was about to turn away, he felt a quick, sharp grip quickly take hold of his hand. “Storm?” When he turned back to face her, her huge, sad eyes were fixed on him.

The burn. Putting his palm gently against the burned skin, Nikolai leaned forward with a scowl.

“Who di

que

?” Ophelia heard the anger in Nikolai’s voice as he

e told him? Before responding to him, she

wanted to go to sleep to hasten her healing because she was

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in excruciating pain right now and she was actually depressed about how slowly her body was recovering. Nevertheless…

“Ophelia?” Her thoughts were interrupted when Nikolai called.

Pressing her lips, Ophelia blinked. “Tell me something.”

“What?” Nikolai furrowed his brow.

“Would you kill for me?” With hope and doubt flashing in her misty eyes, Ophelia questioned.

“Without hesitation.” Nikolai immediately responded, pressing his thumb against her burnt cheek to show a rich red light that climbed to his palm and rested on her cheek.

Ophelia’s moist eyes became larger. She was pain–free and his touch was reassuringly frigid. “I think…” She trailed off.

Nikolai questioned, “You think…” He genuinely wanted to know who had caused her such pain. Who’d dare…

“I think I need you more than I want you, Nikolai.” Ophelia let out a thin whimper and leaned her face against his.

Nikolai clasped her cheek with both hands as he felt her heart skip a beat at those words. Ophelia had recovered so well from her burn that it appeared as though to have never been burned.

“You’re making me feel insane, Ophelia.” Whispering, he used his thumb to dab at her tears.

Ophelia smiled. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

ghed. “Now, who hurt you?”

ould ask again, but she wasn’t prepared for him to ask

his voice. Although it eased her hesitation, she

on whether that was what he truly wanted.

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“Dominik.”

Nikolai’s eyes glowed erratically. “What?”

Her eyes were closed, so she couldn’t see how his eyes flashed, but she couldn’t deny the lethal hatred that lurked in his deep voice. “It surprised me to see him there, I must say. He lost his mind.”

Nikolai’s face took on a darker hue. “And he raised his hand on you?”

Uncertain of whether to inform him that Dominik nearly defied her, Ophelia gulped. However, Nikolai sensed her trembling, which led him to believe there was more.

She fluttered her eyes open and smiled. He was already prepared for the ball which reminded her of their goals. Her attention had to be on the tasks

at hand.

“Go away, I want to prepare for the ball.” With a leaned head, she informed

Nikolai.

Nikolai straightened up and released her face. “Very well, then.” And he

turned to leave the room.

Ophelia took a big breath and stood up. “I have to get rid of those assassins.” Saying so, she squinted her eyes as she saw her attendants waiting to get her ready to enter.

“Your divinity!” Concerned for her, they all called at once,

“I need something elegant and daring for tonight.” She remarked with a beaming smile that made everyone look at her contently.

At the large sitting room, Nikolai patiently awaited. It perplexed him why Dominik would inflict such pain on his betrothed. Though he was enraged

aring for a master blood moon deity, his anger was

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insufficient to cause him to harm her. After all, he did appear to be in love with her despite his promiscuous actions.

“Despicable.” Darkness crept across Nikolai’s face.

Nikolai never would have thought that Ophelia being hurt in that way would sely incite him. The impulse to suffocate the fire god…

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