Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with Nyx's statement

But Erik couldn't understand. He thought, With a living, breathing man like me in the moon, how condd the beweertent about taking off her clothes?"

Her calm and composed demeanor was almost too natural, as if she didn't mind him seeing her maring kn

at all-

He thought, 'Am I being deliberately seduced? Has someone ordered her to do this? Or does she want a child in server thre position in the family? Either way, it's not became she likes me or genuinely wants to be close to me

Erik's emotions were in turmoil. He turned his back to Nyx and limped behind the wreen. He wouldst ter the brat

take

Watching his stubborn back, Nyx frowned, "Aren't you going to bathe with me

He thought, 'So it's a seduction after all

Erik covered his face and refused in a muffled voice, "No"

"But the water will get cold soon. Nyx tested the water temperature with her hand. It was just right now, but it would cool

down soon.

"There are two bathtubs here," she guessed that Pale Wolf might be too shy to bathe with her, so she coaxed him gently. "One for you, one for me. I won't squeeze you."

The more she said this, the more Erik's mind filled with images of them sharing a bathtub. His nose felt hot, and when he wiped it, his hand came away with red blood.

He awkwardly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped it off, not daring to step out from behind the screen, afraid that Nyx would see him in such a pathetic state. Seeing how stubborn he was, Nyx sighed and gave up trying to persuade him. She sped up her bathing, quickly got out of the water, shivered from the cold air, dried herself off, wrapped up, and hurried to the bed, bundling herself in the blankets. "Alright, you can bathe now, I'm going to sleep.

Hearing this, Erik behind the screen finally moved, walking out with his head still lowered, refusing to look up.

The water had indeed cooled down. Erik didn't plan to call anyone to replace it. In this situation, cold water was more suitable for him than hot water.

After soaking in the cold water for a long while, Erik finally calmed down. He slowly blew out the candles and mustered the courage to approach the bed.

Nyx on the bed was already fast asleep. She had wrapped herself up like a cocoon, her hair disheveled, only her soft, rosy face peeking out.

For a moment, Erik stood there, overwhelmed with tenderness.

"Pale Wolf," feeling her face being gently touched, Nyx murmured in her sleep.

Hearing this, Erik froze, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

He thought, "Perry Wolf? Who's that Perry guy she's calling? Why haven't the shadow guards found out about this Perry guy who occupies her thoughts day and night?'

Nyx turned over, breaking free from the blankets, and hugged the large, warm figure beside her. Feeling him trying to pull

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away, she clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. "Don't move

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Let me... let me touch your tail Her hand groped around, but when she couldn't find the fluffy tail, she frowned, "Where's your tail! Let me touch it.”

Erik stared, dumbfounded, unsure how to respond

Only when the mischievous hand reached behind him did he snap out of it and grab Nyx's wrist.

He thought, 'Men don't have tails. So, there's no Perry Wolf Was she calling for Pale Wolf?

In just a short while, the young man's emotions had gone from extreme joy to deep sorrow, and now they were a mix of complex feelings. He lightly pinched Nyx's check

He thought. When others dream of wolves, it's usually a nightmare-being chased or bitten by one. But she is bold enough to dream of hugging a wolf and touching its tail.

Nyx, having her check pinched, still didn't wake up. After fussing for a bit, she settled down and snuggled into her mate's warm embrace, continuing to sleep soundly

With her soft body pressed against him, Erik felt both restrained and tormented, but he still couldn't bring himself to push her away.

She was so sensitive to the cold-pushing her away would be too cruel.

Outside the window, Arlong pricked up his cars, listening to the movements inside the room. Hearing only silence, he shook his head and sighed helplessly. He thought, 'It seems my master has failed again tonight.

He had no idea that Erik was being held captive, staying perfectly still to serve as a human heater.

Nyx, with her warm, living pillow, stretched out her limbs, sleeping in a domineering manner without a trace of grace or elegance.

She slept comfortably, but Erik beside her suffered. Erik endured the torment, closing his eyes and quietly bearing it. Listening to the steady breathing beside him, he eventually fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of water was heard.

The mist filled the room, and the male, his hands propped on the edge of the bath, vaguely sensed someone else suddenly appeared beside him.

It was Nyx.

She stepped into the water, her enthusiasm as warm as ever.

Just at the last moment, Erik suddenly opened his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The room was dimly lit, the candles extinguished. There was no bath, no water, and no Nyx trying to embrace him.

It had all been a dream.

Nyx was quietly lying beside him, sleeping soundly.

Nothing had happened between them.

Erik lifted a hand to his pounding chest, unsure whether he felt more relieved or disappointed.

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He thought it was all her fault for inviting him to bathe with her, causing him to

have such a ridiculous dream.

And also his own weakness.

He had never been interested in such things before, and today, he couldn't

understand why he had become so uncontrollably drawn to it..

He had been so close to embarrassing himself in front of Nyx.

After calming himself for a moment, he carefully got up and knocked on the

window, calling for Arlong to bring water.

The servants on night duty, hearing that water was to be delivered, immediately perked up and whispered to each other.

"The young master wants water again."

"Tsk

"I knew it."

"After all these years noting having sex, he's finally not a monk anymore."

"I wonder when they'll have a little young master.noveldrama

Arlong cleared his throat loudly and put on a stern face. "Who gave you permission to gossip about the master?"

With a grim expression, he chased away the chatty maids, making them get back

to work, until there were no idle people around. Only then did he place his hands behind his back, look towards the master's chambers, and shake his head with a

sigh.

He thought, 'Some secrets are better left unknown; keeping them inside is truly uncomfortable. Tomorrow, I'll make sure to have more nourishing dishes prepared for the master. Hopefully, his health will improve soon."

Morning came.

Nyx sat in front of the table, full of unspoken dishes, a knowing look on her face as she exchanged a silent glance with Arlong

She picked up her plate and fork, sat next to Erik, and began feeding him eagerly.

In just a few moments, she had completely charmed the wise and powerful Erik, who was now lost in the sweetness of her attentions, eating even the things he didn't particularly like.

"Such a good boy," Nyx smiled and patted his head with satisfaction.

"Last night, you called out for Pale Wolf Erik thought it over, still feeling uneasy. He decided to bring it up while watching Nyx's expression.

"Oh? Really?" Nyx raised an eyebrow, looking a bit surprised, but her expression remained calm, not the slightest bit flustered as if her secret had been exposed.

She had no memory of it.

But since Pale Wolf himself was nearby, dreaming of him was nothing unusual.

"I like Pale Wolf, the fluffy kind; his tail is so fun to touch," she raised her hand in a playful gesture, as if demonstrating, and

smiled

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Somehow, watching her gestures and listening to her words, Erik felt a strange surge of excitement, as though she wasn't talking about Pale Wolf at all, but rather about him. But he was human, and didn't have a fluffy tail "Wolves aren't that gentle, he composed himself, struggling to argue back, "You can pet them in a dream, but real wolves

bite

Even someone like him, skilled in combat, still needed to be cautious around wolf packs. If Nyx ever encountered a real wolf, the best move was to get away as soon as possible, as waiting too long might leave her trapped.

"I know, I've been bitten many times," Nyx covered her lips and chuckled lightly,

"Although most of the time they're clumsy and obedient, sometimes they don't listen very well."

Her words were a mixture of truth and ambiguity, as though she were speaking nonsense, but also with some deeper meaning

Erik, hearing this, felt even more confused and uncomfortable. His eyes

wandered uneasily, and he fell silent.

Yet Nyx wouldn't let him off so easily. She raised her hand and waved it in front of

his eyes. T'm thinking of stitching a Pale Wolf on the sachet I'll make for you. What do you think?

As soon as the words left her mouth, everything she had said earlier became blatantly flirtatious.

The young male's face turned bright red, his mind filled with every word Nyx had said. He couldn't help but imagine it all happening to himself.

He lowered his head, mumbling a vague reply, "Uh, yeah, sure."

Arlong quietly listened to their talking. When he heard that Nyx wanted to personally make a sachet, without needing to be told, he immediately instructed someone to go to the storeroom and select the materials needed for the sachet, bringing them over.

This was the very first sachet in Erik's life.

The ready-made ones sold outside and the decorative ones made by the house's embroiderers were things Erik never liked to wear. First, he didn't appreciate those fancy designs, and second, he found them cumbersome and in the way when he needed to wear armor.

But a sachet personally made by his wife was a whole different matter. Seeing his master's flushed face, Arlong guessed that Erik would definitely wear it

close to his body. Even if Nyx had never

would

learned embroidery, and the result might not be the most refined, Erik still wear it

without complaint

The Duke's residence was large, and the storeroom had an abundance of silk,

threads, and fabric, enough to make several outfits. There were also plenty of herbs, piled high in several boxes.

put away. Nyx spent a long time sifting through them, selecting the right materials and instructing that the rest be "No need to be so... frugal," Erik frowned when he saw that she only picked a small amount. There was concern in his

eyes.

He certainly wouldn't treat Nyx the way the Voss family had.

“It's not about being frugal, it's just that making a sachet doesn't require so many things” Nyx didn't lift her head, mixing the herbs in the right proportions and then pushing them towards him. In a natural tone, she instructed, "Grind them into powder."

"Til do it. L... Arlong took a step forward, eager to take over, but before he could reach the herbs. Erik shot him a look that pinned him in place.

He shrank back, suddenly realizing he might be unnecessary, and quickly

retreated a step, trying to make himself less

noticeable

Along thought, Ugh, how stupid of me. What business do I have have interfering

between the master and the lady?

Watching Erik happily working, Arlong silently regretted his actions.

Sunlight poured through the window, casting colorful shadows.

The couple sat across from each other-one grinding the herbs, the other sewing

and embroidering. The scene was full of warmth, harmony, and peace.

Nyx chose a sky blue satin for the base and outlined the design with agate gray

silk thread..

Making crafts was a hobby she had never given up on over the years. In fact, she had gotten even better at it. Her movements were swift and skilled, her fingers effortlessly weaving in and our of the silky fabric like water rippling through

Erik couldn't help but stop his work, staring at her. His eyes didn't blink, watching

in awe as a lively wolf seemingly sprang to life under her hands. He stood frozen

in place.

He thought. "Nyx could embroider?

He had expected her to stitch something simple and poorly done, maybe a little

gray dog, and he had prepared to step and finish the sachet himself if needed.

After years of campaigning, Erik had sewn his own torn clothes. His skills weren't perfect, but he could manage to stitch a sachet without too much trouble. But to his surprise. Nyx never even gave him a chance to take over.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Erik would never have believed that such a beautifully detailed wolf had come from Nyx's hands.

Arlong stood frozen beside them, dumbfounded. He thought, 'Hasn't the lady

never learned embroidery?"

Such exquisite craftsmanship-no one in the entire household, not even the best embroiderer, could compare.

Not only was her embroidery skillful, but Nyx's stitching of the sachet was also remarkably efficient. In just a few moments. she had finished. She looked up and saw Pale Wolf staring at her like a fool, so she purposely put on a serious face

and teased him, "Why isn't the herb powder ready yet?"

“..... Im.. grinding it now, Erik snapped back to reality, flustered and flailing, looking

nothing like the noble son of a Duke's family. Instead, he resembled a servant being bossed around by the young lady.

Arlong raised a hand to cover his face, unable to watch any longer.

If he kept watching, his master's image in his mind would crumble.

Erik said, "Arlong."

Hearing his master call him. Arlong quickly looked up.

He thought, Is he impatient with the work and asking me to take over?'

But when he looked up, he saw his master standing straight, proudly showing off

the sachet hanging from his waist.

"What do you think?” In just a short while, Erik had ground the herbs, stuffed them

into the sachet, and was already wearing it, eagerly showing it off.

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He tried to keep a serious expression, thinking he looked calm and composed, but

anyone who knew him would see that be was practically screaming. "Praise met

Arlong went speechless.

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