My Alpha Wants Two Lunas? I'M Done (Laila and Holt) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 What Do You Think of Me?

Chapter 117 What Do You Think of Me?

Laila’s POV:

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Samuel wasn’t dressed in his usual torn, blood–stained armor. Instead, he wore a perfectly fitted dark–green hunting outfit for nobles, with a charcoal formal coat embroidered with his family crest.

A deep gold sash crossed his shoulder. A star–shaped royal medal shone on his chest beside a wolf–fang chain.

His short hair was neatly slicked back. In the morning light, his ash–gray eyes looked even deeper. The Alpha aura around him fi strong and commanding. And today, there was something solemn about it.

It was way too formal.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he really came to propose.

I glanced at myself. I was only wearing a simple moon–white linen dress with vine embroidery at the hem, with a soft gray shaw!

It was tidy enough, but next to his full formal look, I seemed way too casual.

It was too late to change now.

I straightened up and saluted. “Greetings, Marshal Vance.”

Samuel nodded slightly. “General Conlay, please clear the room. I need to speak with you alone.”

The way he said it…

Definitely official business.

I relaxed right away.

In my mind, Nita huffed, “Boring.” Then she closed her eyes.

Faulkner understood and slipped out, shutting the door.

But Samuel still looked serious.

I couldn’t help thinking about it. Did the Solantia Kingdom attack again? That didn’t seem right.

Thinking that, I turned serious as well. “Marshal Vance, is this about Vagen Battlefield-”

“No.” He cut me off at once. He took a deep breath, like he’d made up his mind. “I’m here about something personal. Not military

“Oh.” I blinked, confused.

Personal?

What personal matter would make him show up like that?

He looked straight at me. “His Majesty gave you three months to find a mate. If not, you’ll become Queen is that correct!

“Yes.” I nodded. It wasn’t strange that he knew. He was King Vaughn’s brother after all.

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Chapter 117 What Do You Think of Me?

“Do you want to be Queen?” he asked plainly.

I frowned. “Did His Majesty send you to ask?”

“No.” He held my gaze. “I want to know.”

Oh?

I slowly shook my head. “I don’t.”

His eyes stayed on me. “Is there a he–wolf you like right now?”

“No,” I answered firmly.

“Not even someone you’re a little interested in?”

“No.”

For just a second, his eyes seemed to dim.

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