Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: She is the Nexus

They stood there in the car park for a while longer, neither of them in any real hurry to let go of the moment.

Derek finally pulled back, just enough to look at her properly, and his hand came up to smooth a stray piece of hair away from her face. His eyes moved over her slowly, taking her in, and something in his expression softened.

"You look stunning," he said.

Kira laughed, tilting her chin up at him. "Well, I couldn’t exactly turn up looking like I rolled out of bed, could I? I’m representing Dravengard tonight. There’s an image to protect."

"Is that so." Derek’s mouth curved, and there was that rare glint in his eyes, the one that only ever showed up when it was just the two of them. "And here I thought you dressed up for me."

"Careful," Kira said, poking him lightly in the chest. "Your ego’s already the size of this pack house. I’d hate to be the one who made it any bigger."

"My ego," Derek said, "has survived worse things than you, Your Highness."

"Has it now? Name one."

"Marrying you."

Kira gasped, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. "Excuse me? I’ll have you know I was an absolute delight of a wife. Ask anyone."

"I’ll ask Connor," Derek said. "He’s got a list."

"Connor," Kira said flatly, "is not an unbiased source, and you know it."

Derek chuckled, low and real, the kind of sound that still did something ridiculous to her stomach every single time she heard it. He leaned down like he meant to kiss her properly, and she’d half closed her eyes in anticipation when a voice cut cleanly through the moment.

"Your Grace. The other Kings are waiting on you. They want to raise a toast to the new alliances."

Derek exhaled through his nose, clearly unimpressed by the timing, but he straightened all the same, slipping his arm around Kira’s waist instead.

"Duty calls," he murmured against her hair. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she said, looping her arm through his.

They walked into the summit party together, and the effect was almost instant. Heads turned, one after another, conversations paused, and glasses hovered halfway to mouths.

Derek, totally unbothered, guided her straight through the crowd towards the other Kings.

"Apologies for the delay," he said smoothly, once they’d reached the group. "I had to answer to my Queen first." He drew Kira forward slightly. "For those who haven’t yet had the pleasure, this is Kira Wolfe, Queen of Dravengard."

There was a ripple through the room after that, quiet enough to pass for polite murmuring, but Kira caught the edges of it anyway.

A few of the Lunas from the Western region exchanged glances. One of the visiting Queens leaned towards her companion and whispered something behind a raised hand.

The rumour of their separation had clearly done its rounds, and Kira could practically hear the unspoken question hanging in the air: so are they together or not?

Kira offered the crowd a polite, confident smile, even as her heart beat a little faster.

Derek’s hand tightened briefly at her waist, a silent show of solidarity, and for a second she almost forgot there was a yard full of people watching them at all.

The toast came and went, glasses raised to lasting alliances and stronger ties between the kingdoms, and afterwards Derek and Kira drifted a little apart from the main crowd, talking quietly between themselves.

That was when the first scream cut through the music.

It happened so fast that for a moment nobody quite understood what they were seeing. People began sprinting in every direction.

Lycans shifted instantly, clothes tearing as fur burst free. And then the word spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Declan, Get inside and guard the Queen. Do not leave her side.

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