Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 92

**Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**

**Chapter 92**

Roana,

83

C 55youshion

“That’s…” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I beheld the stunning café nestled right beside the Lake of Frost. The scene was nothing short of a painting, where the landscape seemed eternally draped in a delicate layer of frost. Yet, it was curious how the temperature of the land felt distinctly warmer than that of the lake.

Our elders often recounted tales, whispering that the Moon Goddess herself had graced this part of the world with her blessings.

Indeed, it was one of the most enchanting places I had ever set foot in.

“Come with me!” Cassian’s demeanor shifted abruptly to one of icy intensity the moment he caught sight of the people milling about, entering and exiting the café. They glanced our way, their curiosity palpable, but the mere presence of Cassian rendered them almost mute.

His aura was formidable enough to silence the crowd. I noticed someone attempting to capture the moment with a photograph, but they froze in place as Cassian’s piercing gaze swept over them.

“One pic, and I will find you even in hell!” he warned, his voice low and menacing.

They flinched at his words, retreating into silence, content to savor their moments outside the café.

“You really don’t have to scare them, you know!” I interjected, my cheeks warming with embarrassment. “They’re just curious!”

“They’re not simply curious. They can be malicious too. I refuse to let anyone utter a single word against you,” he replied, his tone firm.

“You mean about my weight?” I chuckled lightly, observing his fingers as they hesitated, brushing against my hand but never quite reaching it.

I scrutinized him for a moment, trying to delve deeper into his thoughts. As I suspected, he was becoming increasingly self-conscious around me. His hand lingered close to mine, yet unlike before, he seemed reluctant to grasp it. His eyes avoided mine, and that usually stoic, handsome face of his flushed a deep shade of crimson.

A sudden pang shot through my chest, sharp yet fleeting. I didn’t want to label it. It was the tension between us, the palpable hesitation in every interaction. Yet, oddly enough, I sensed the distance between us diminishing with each passing moment.

“Yes!” His voice cut through my thoughts, causing me to freeze momentarily. “I know you’re sensitive about your weight. But let me tell you this: they have no idea how much I adore the shape of you. If they dare to speak ill of what I cherish, I might just unleash my fury upon them.”

I swallowed hard, grappling with the weight of his words. He loved my shape? He cherished this chubby version of me? With no traditional beauty to speak of?

I lowered my gaze, attempting to conceal the rapid thumping of my heart. My jaw tightened, my lips quivered, and a shiver coursed through me, raising goosebumps along my skin.

I pressed my palm against my chest, biting my lip to suppress a smile. I didn’t want him to realize just how elated his words made me feel.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I held back, trailing behind him as we moved forward. My footsteps felt heavy, and my vision blurred with unshed emotions.

Once more, his hand reached out for me. I couldn’t suppress a silent laugh as I watched his trembling fingers search for mine while his focus remained on the café door.

For the first time, I decided to take a leap of faith. I extended my arm, allowing him to find my hand.

He flinched slightly at the contact, yet once again he hesitated to clasp my hand fully.

I was unsure of what we were, what we were doing, or what lay ahead for us. But in that moment, I took a bold step forward, wrapping my arms around his, resting my head against him as we entered the café.

He nearly halted in his tracks. His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t pull away. Whatever this was between us felt like it was skirting the edges of our agreement, defying the rules we had established, or perhaps even…

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Once we crossed the threshold into the café, I found him standing there, frozen, as if he had lost his way. I slowly released my grip on him, but before I could fully let go, he seized my hand and directed his gaze toward the waiter.

“As usual. For two,” he stated, pulling me along toward a private room.

We fell into a comfortable silence. There was something unspoken hanging in the air, an electric tension as we stepped into the room. What greeted us made my heart race even faster.

One half of the room sparkled with frost, while the other half burst with vibrant spring flowers, a sight so rare in this wintry season.

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