“I will bring your rejected mate with me after the banquet,” Julian announced later after he, his Beta, and Devon retreated into a conference room.
Devon frowned, but only for a second before he cleared his expression. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I don’t understand.”
Why would the Lycan King want to bring a worthless Omega with him? He was sure there were enough slaves at the palace. Besides, Julian had looked thoroughly disgusted earlier while observing Lyra. Why would he want her anywhere near him?
“It’s not your business to understand the king’s mind,” Julian’s Beta Asher groused.
Devon was aware that infuriating the king would do him no good. But he could not let Lyra go with him. What if she revealed Devon’s abuse to the king towards her? His entire plan would go to waste, and he would suffer the king’s wrath.
“I apologise,” he said. “I’m only worried that she is not worthy to accompany Your Majesty. A whore like her would only tarnish the king’s reputation if seen anywhere around him. I have a few slaves who would be more suitable for the palace that Your Majesty can choose from. Besides, there’s a terrifying curse surrounding her. I believe the farther she is from the king, the better.”
Julian said nothing, his stoic gaze drilling a hole into the opposite wall. Asher, who had noticed the king’s reaction in Lyra’s room earlier, faced Devon again. “And yet you kept her around you.”
“I would not dare disobey the king’s law,” Devon said. “She was my Goddess-given mate. No matter what curse afflicts her, she was meant to be by my side.”
Asher’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing for the moment. This Alpha was happy to get rid of his Omega mate. Asher doubted he had liked having her around so much. Was he really worried about the king's safety around the cursed she-wolf, or did he just not want his rejected mate to leave? Why?
Whatever, it did not matter. Asher had recognised Julian’s desire for Lyra in that room, so he knew the king was not simply looking for another slave to bring to the palace.
He took a step towards Devon, his eyes stern. “And you think the Lycan King himself cannot handle a little cursed Omega she-wolf?”
Devon’s throat moved as he swallowed, then an uneasy smile flitted across his lips. “Of course not. I did not mean that.”
“The king is taking the she-wolf,” Asher said resolutely. “Put her in the king’s quarters and get her ready to leave.”
“I’ll arrange it right away,” Devon said, backing down.
Later, Devon entered the king’s bedroom, where Lyra was staying. Try as he might, he could not understand what the king’s fixation with her was.
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