The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 53

When he stepped into view, they saw that it was Asher. His eyes met Beryl’s across the distance. Beryl’s pulse skyrocketed, her heart beating so hard she was afraid it might break through her ribcage.

She was no longer aware of anything else around her as her eyes remained glued to the male on the other side of the garden.

Her mate.

On the other side, Asher stood glued to the spot, his eyes glued to the female on the other side. He had never thought that he would meet his mate this way–right here in the palace! While he was frozen in place, his wolf was restless, wanting to go to her.

“Wow,” Lyra said, looking at Beryl. “Is Asher really your mate?”

Beryl nodded, feeling her mouth go dry.

“I can’t believe you have never met him before,” Lyra said. “He is Julian’s Beta!”

“I know,” Beryl muttered breathlessly.

Taking in her expression, Lyra couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is any of you going to do or say anything, or will you both be standing here just looking at each other until the sun sets?”

Beryl blinked. Asher finally started walking towards her. When he got close to them, Lyra noticed that his face was red, as if he was blushing. She lifted her brow, amused at seeing such an expression on Asher’s face. Beryl’s face wasn’t any less redder.

Asher cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I have something urgent to attend to, I can’t stay.”

Beryl blinked some more before nodding. “Okay. It’s fine.”

“My name is Asher,” he told her. “I’m His Majesty’s Beta.”

“I’m Beryl from the Beaver Pack,” she told him. “I’m a healer taking care of Lyra at the moment.”

“Can I see you later tonight?” Asher asked her. “If you’ll be free, that is.”

“Yes,” Beryl said.

“Great,” Asher said. “I’ll, uh, get going now.”

Beryl nodded. For a few more seconds, they just stood and stared at each other. Then, Asher gave her a brief smile before walking away.

“That went well,” Lyra said, wiggling her brow at Beryl. “It looks like the both of you are besotted with each other.”

Grinning, Beryl hooked their arms and steered her towards the building. “Let’s get you back inside.”

Once they were back inside her room, Lyra asked, “How does it feel?”

Beryl pressed her palms to her cheeks and smiled widely. “I can’t put it into words. I’m so happy. It feels like…like I’ve finally found something I’ve been looking for for a long time. Funny, because I never really gave it a lot of thought.”

Lyra knew that feeling very well. Nothing could compare to meeting the person who was made for you. But, fortunately, that was as far as the similarities between their experiences went. While Lyra’s happiness had been destroyed shortly after meeting both her mates, Beryl’s case looked more promising.

Lyra wiggled her brow. “It sure helps that he is so handsome, right?”

Beryl laughed. “I can't believe I never met him before this. It's not that I didn't know about him and that he is Julian's Beta, but now that I think of it, we've never been in the same room before.”

“Looking at you, I don't need to ask if you like him,” Lyra said. “You looked ready to jump him in the garden.”

Beryl blushed. “What's not to like? For a second, I was afraid that he would not like me. But if he didn't, he wouldn't want to meet later, right?’

Beryl started narrating what happened during the date. An hour later, they were still talking and laughing their hearts out, with none of them thinking about going to bed.

The lively atmosphere was suddenly interrupted when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Beryl called, thinking it was Julian. But, when the door opened, it was Crystal who appeared. Beryl's expression flattened as she stood from her seat and headed towards the door. “What are you doing here?”

Crystal looked past Beryl and to Lyra. “I came to apologise.”

“You can go back where you came from,” Beryl told her. “Lyra does not want anything from you.”

Crystal scoffed and pushed past Beryl, forcing her way into the room. “What makes you think I want to do this either? I'm only here because the king asked me to.”

“And what makes you think I'll accept your half-assed apology?” Lyra asked her.

“I've never apologised to anyone in my life,” Crystal claimed. “You should count yourself lucky I came all the way here for this.”

“You'd be lucky if I accepted it,” Lyra told her. “Leave my room.”

Crystal had a few choice words she wanted to say, but she held them back. She could not blow this. If she did not apologise, Julian would throw her out of the palace.

The only reason it had taken so long was because he had forbidden her from seeing Lyra until she was feeling better. After so many days, Crystal had thought that Julian had forgotten about it, but earlier that day, he had told her he expected her to apologise as soon as possible.

It was outrageous, but she could not defy him when he threatened to end their engagement.

“Fine,” she said, raising her chin. “What can I do to make you accept my apology?”