My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: A Faint Whisper

The taste of him still lingered faintly on my tongue when Lurretius finally carried the bark onto his lap, his arm caging me, my face resting dn his chest as if I belonged nowhere alice of cheeks were flaring and my lips swollen after that His praise from earlier entry actined in head like a broken record.

He said nothing right now, expecting him at least to taunt me further, but he only posted his chin on my head, his thumb tracing circles along ny hip.

With the steady rhythm of the carriage, it helped me to focus on my thoughts. My body trembled with exhaustion and the aftermath of humiliation.

This experience was both satisfying and humiliating for me at the same time. Yer, my wolf and I didn’t feel disgusted by it. It felt… right.

It felt right because we finally found a man who knew how to appreciate us. It was worth the risk of selling my soul to him. I might be hesitant to his suggestions he wanted me to do, but in the end, I gained new experience, and I had his power and influence to bring down my enemies.

I would provide what his sexual needs in exchange of that, I gained his power. Basically, I had more advantage than he was, even though it would be exchanged my dignity.

Before I knew it, my eyes were drifting to sleep. I could faintly hear his heartbeat under my ear

And for the second time, I allowed myself to sink into his warmth, remembering the first time where I clung to him on the night Redmund rejected our mate bond. My heart felt at ease when it was him, wondering if he did the same thing to the other women he had bedded with.

I didn’t know how long I slept like that, but his gentle voice stirred me awake.

“We’ve arrived, my little soldier.”

My lashes fluttered when I felt his lips planting close to my temple, and the first thing I saw was the glint of mischief in his eyes. His arms loosened, but his hold on me didn’t vanish entirely. Only then did I register the stillness of the carriage and the soft creak of the wheels halting. Outside the window, the golden sign of The Gilded Stitch swung gently in the morning breeze.

I blinked before frowning at him as my stomach churned when I heard the coachman’s footsteps approaching the door.

I turned at him and tried to get off from his lap. “You do not want us to be seen…!” I whispered in a hush tone, but he didn’t budge.

But as bastard as he was, Lucretius only tightened his arm around my waist, pinning me back against his chest. He placed his chin arrogantly on my shoulder, his lips curving into a lopsided smirk.

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He hadn’t made a formal announcement to everyone that we were both engaged. Why was he formenting me like this?!

Primarily, what we were doing was a served relationship, but I must say that if I was going to compare of having a secret relationship between edmund and Lucretius, I’d say Lucretius was the worst.

If Redmund was careful about us not getting caught, Lucretius actions was otherwise.

Did he want us to be the talk in the camp once we got caught here? It would ruin his plans for his birthday party!

“Lucretius!” I hissed, pressing my palms against his chest in a futile attempt to free myself. Please, Moon Goddess! Let this man free me! “Let me go before

The door swung open.

My heart plummeted.

The coachman stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of his commander reclining casually, with me settled comfortably on his lap.

I felt like I was about to pass out as I felt my cheeks burning in crimson, my lips bitten and swollen. This was over… We got caught! I didn’t want to be seen like this!

This wasn’t the announcement I was looking forward to!

Heat flooded my cheeks so fast that I wanted to be buried six feet below the ground when I glared at Lucretius. “S–See? I told you!” I said before covering my face to hide the frustration I was feeling right now.

This son of a bitch… I never thought that I would experience another humiliating experience on the same day!

It felt like this was much worse than Redmund’s humiliation he had earlier!

earning Lucretius chuckled at my reaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, me a stifled gasp. “Relax, my little soldier,” he whispered, his hand reaching for my hands, uncovering my face. His drop–dead gorgeous face had an amused expression. “He knows exactly who you are, You are my future wife… and the Luna of the Golden Eclipse Pack.” My heart stopped as I looked at him in disbelief. Was he serious? That coachman knew me?

As if Lucretius read my thoughts, he gestured his hand to the coachman. “This is Dawson, one of the elite pack warriors in my pack and working in my unit.”

The coachman named Dawson inclined his head, his hand on his chest. “At your service, Luna.

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My chest tightened, not believing that this was happening to me right now. I was walking hand -in–hand with the man who had a casanova reputation in the royal military and would soon be my future husband.

It was too public too intimate which I only saw myself doing this with Redmund before, yet this man beside me was too bold. He looked completely unbothered, as if daring anyone to question his action.

1 couldn’t help gazing at his side profile. He looked so dashing, and any woman would be swept off their feet once they saw this man walking on the cobblestone pavement. We took a few steps toward the tailor shop when faint whisper reached my ears.

The word was so soft, so foreign, I wasn’t certain if I had imagined it. My head snapped toward the direction from which it came, yet across the cobblestone street, just beyond the

stared in my direction. “W What?” I stammered

Had I done something wrong for him to look at me like that? Why did it seem like her committed a crime?

“You’re not supposed to sit across from me,” he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure if I had heard his right. “What do you mean I’m not supposed to sit across from you?” My hand caressed my seat as the carriage moved, and I felt a slight force of gravity pushing me forward.

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then he repeated in that same low, commanding tone, making me shiver a bit. “You’re not supposed to sit there.”

Bewildered, I tilted my head, my brows knitting more. I even glanced at my seat right now before turning to him, having no idea what he was trying to say.

“Then, where am I supposed to sit?” Was I supposed to sit beside the coachman? I wanted to ask

That was when his gaze gleamed with mischief, and his lips curled into that slow, maddening smile of his. He leaned back with confidence, a confident air around him, his gloved finger tapped lightly against his thigh.

“Here,” he replied huskily. “On my lap, my little soldier.”

My breath hitched. “W–What?” On his… what?!

He didn’t falter. His smirk deepened as if my reaction pleased him to the point that his stare was heavy and resolute. “I own you, remember?” His hand rested on his leg as if inviting me closer. “When we are alone, you’re supposed to be near me.”

My lips parted, but no words came out. It was as if his words had silenced me, unable to utter a word. But one thing I could feel right now was the heat crawling up my neck.

He was just jesting, right? Was this how it should be whenever I was alone with him? Being intimate with him?

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