Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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Erik watched as she didn't pull away. He saw her raise her hand to gently lift Aurelius's chin and touch his face.

That face was undeniably handsome and flawless, with no apparent imperfections. Even if Erik had deliberately struck it out of jealousy, it wouldn't have made it any less appealing; if anything, it would have made it even more pitiable.

Nyx was the kindest-hearted, and she would surely feel pain at the sight.

Erik's heart sank, as he thought, "They say that feeling sorry for someone is the beginning of liking them."

He couldn't help but want to rush over and interrupt them, but his feet felt as though they were nailed to the ground. The guilt weighed on him, making him doubt himself.

He thought, 'Aurelius might be right. It was my fault for not being good enough to Nyx, for not noticing her distress, which gave others the chance to take

advantage.

The air grew tense, and the surroundings fell silent.

Nyx gently stroked his face a few times before suddenly narrowing her eyes. In the desperate or hopeful gazes of the two males, she changed her attitude and firmly pinched Aurelius's cheek with her fingertips.

Aron gasped in horror, seeing Aurelius's handsome face being pinched and deformed right before his eyes.

He thought, 'How could anyone be so bold as to pinch His Majesty's face? Isn't this like plucking the tiger's whiskers?"

Aron instinctively took a step forward, but then his rationality kicked in, and he froze. He saw that Aurelius had tilted his head back to meet that slender hand, obviously willing and pleased with it.

After weighing his position, Aron withdrew, no longer foolishly thinking he could advise Aurelius. If he rushed in to stop them, it was likely that Aurelius would be displeased, ruining whatever good intentions he had.

Nyx, from her elevated position, treated Aurelius's face like dough, squishing it in various directions.

Years of experience told her that Cotton Candy was no fool and definitely wasn't losing out.

If it seemed like he was at a disadvantage on the surface, it was probably a show for her benefit.

Even if one was an emperor and the other a warrior, with their apparent difference in strength, no one knew better than Nyx that when her mates fought, they were usually evenly matched. Aurelius was no weaker than Pale Wolf and couldn't have been overwhelmed by him.noveldrama

It was clear that the crafty Cotton Candy had intentionally made an obvious injury to make her feel sympathy, while secretly striking at more hidden spots on Pale Wolf.

Thinking back on her numerous experiences as a family mediator, Nyx felt both amused and exasperated.

She gave Aurelius's face a final pinch as a warning, then released him, not calling him out directly but signaling him to calm down with her eyes.

Receiving the signal, Aurelius blinked nervously, and quickly put on a contrite smile, standing up to gently brush off any dust on his clothes.

Having spent these days together, they had developed a certain understanding.

Nyx mostly obeyed him, but she still held her principles. For instance, when it came to staying over and warming her bed, as long as she didn't consent, no matter how much he pouted or threw a tantrum, it wouldn't work.

If he insisted too much, she would warn him by pinching his face. When dhe pinched his face, rement for had no Aurelius obediently stood there, the heat on his face lingering as he proceed the

Nyx's strength was small, and her pinches didn't hurt, ban they were strangely ticklish, and the places de touted the they were burning, the heat spreading straight to his heart.

He couldn't tell whether Nyx recognized him as Cotton Candy and used the same warning she did with his best form

The thought of this possibility made his heart race wildly, and it took him a while to calm downs.

He thought, 'No... She probably hasn't figured it out. No one could make such an unrealistic assumption before sefing it with their own eyes. The face-pinching is probably just her personal habit

Aurelius took a deep breath and began to think about how to handle the questions Nyx might have for him

Although it was Erik who made the first move, Aurelius knew it was his own provocation that started it, and he couldn't hold back from striking back. In the process, he accidentally broke the door.

To his surprise, Nyx didn't ask why they had fought. She simply waved her hand and instructed Arlong, "Go feach the

ointment."

"Come here; sit down," she called to Aurelius.

Even though she already knew he was the emperor, her tone showed no trace of

reverence.

Arlong and Aron crouched in a corner, not daring to make a sound. Rationally, they felt it was a great disrespect, yet for some reason, there was a strange sense that it was as it should be.

Under their anxious gaze, Aurelius obediently sat down.

Nyx gently cupped his chin, dipping her fingertip into the ointment and softly applying it to the wounds on his face.

The external ointments in the mansion had been improved by her, and they worked better than those concocted by the royal physicians. The beautiful Cotton Candy would never have scars marring his lovely face.

The proximity was too close, and his face felt ticklish as her hand brushed against it. Aurelius, inhaling the faint medicinal scent, froze. His usual calm demeanor in front of others disappeared, replaced by a blush that spread across his face.

Aron's mouth hung open. It was the first time he had seen Aurelius blush. Before this, he never dared to associate emotions like that with Aurelius.

The ruler of millions, the man above all, lost himself in affection, willing to show weakness in front of a woman. His expression was filled with tenderness.

Arlong, his face a complex mix of emotions, shook his head and clicked his tongue.

If it weren't for their positions, he might have been tempted to bless them.

But it was impossible, as he knew Nyx was Erik's.

He turned his attention to Erik, who had been silently standing nearby for a long time, feeling anxious,

He thought, 'Come on. Master. What are you waiting for? Bring out that fighting spirit from earlier. If you don't act now, when will you? If you keep this up, the lady might lose interest and become the palace consort instead.

No matter how much Arlong raised his eyebrows and tried to signal Erik, Erik remained stiff and unmoving, like a silent mountain.

His gaze darted away, unable to meet Nyx's. But his senses were too sharp-the

soft clink of the medicine jar against the

table and the contrasting breaths, one light and one heavy, tortured him

constantly.

As Aurelius stood to leave, he brushed past Erik, lightly bumping his shoulder. Erik didn't react.

It wasn't until Nyx moved that he finally seemed to come to life.

Nyx stood up. Slowly, she walked toward him.

Erik held his breath in nervous anticipation, his lashes trembling, Gathering his courage, he lifted his eyes and met Nyx's gentle gaze.

"What about you, Pale Wolf?" Nyx asked, holding the medicine jar. "Where are your injuries?"

Compared to the nervous and formal demeanor of the two males, her mood was calm, filled only with the joy of reuniting with her mate.

After living together for so many years, Nyx had long since shed her youthful naivety and had become accustomed to managing her relationships with multiple mates.

Events like this-where two males fought over her-were nothing more than small squabbles in her eyes, easily settled with a little coaxing.

As expected, the situation quickly calmed down.

Nyx had only applied a little ointment to Aurelius's injury, and Aurelius, flustered and blushing, was soon coaxed into leaving, happily heading back to the palace.

The somewhat more stubborn Pale Wolf was easier to handle. At her calm inquiry, his eyes instantly lit up.

It was as if he had been condemned to death, waiting in despair for a long time, only to suddenly be granted a pardon. Erik felt so grateful, he nearly wanted to kneel and kiss Nyx's feet, offering up his heart to her.

Seeing him immediately start to undress without a word, Nyx's brow twitched. She raised a hand to stop him. "Let's go back first; we'll do it when we're there." Undressing in the study wasn't quite appropriate. Luckily, the study door had been shattered, and the room was in disarray. It would take some time to repair.

As Erik followed Nyx back to the courtyard, he still felt a sense of unreality. He thought, 'So, Nyx hasn't abandoned me?'

When Nyx carefully applied medicine to his injury, he tensed his abdomen and couldn't hold back the question, "You don't hate me, do you, Nyx?"

At his words, Nyx's hand trembled, almost poking his wound by accident.

She looked up in confusion, unable to follow her mate's train of thought.

She thought, 'After everything they've just gone through, it's normal for him to have some grudges. But shouldn't his usual line of thought be questioning whether I am fickle or unfaithful?

'At most, he'd doubt whether I have real feelings for him, but he shouldn't have directly jumped to wondering if I hate him."

"Why would I hate you?" She couldn't make sense of it and could only temporarily blame it on the mischievous little cat. "What did Aurelius say to you?"