Chapter 173
In heat? The words felt foreign to me. As someone who hadn’t fully embraced my werewolf side until recently, I hadn’t experienced the full force of a heat cycle before. Now, the heat that radiated through my body felt like fire, consuming every rational thought I had left. My body ached with a need I didn’t understand, and the intensity of it left me feeling unsteady, weak.
Lorik’s hands were gentle as they moved along my back, offering comfort, but also stoking the embers of the fire burning inside me. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his voice a soft plea. “Let me help you. We’re mates, Sherry. This is natural.”
rembled in his arms, torn between the desire to push him away and the overwhelming need to be closer to him. He was right–every instinct screamed that we were meant to be together, that only he could ease the relentless ache spreading through my body. My fingers dug into his shirt, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go.
Lorek’s lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “If you don’t let me help you, the heat will come back, and it will only get worse. It’s painful, Sherry. Trust me.”
My resolve crumbled in that moment, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. His touch was intoxicating, and with every kiss, every caress, the haze of my heat cycle took over completely.
When I awoke the next morning, the room was empty. The spot beside me in the bed where
Lorikhad been was cold, and an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. I reached over to find a small
note left on the pillow:
Shirley
*You’re past the worst of it now. The war is about to begin, and I need to make preparations. I didn’t
want to wake you, but I’ve left breakfast for you in the dining room. No matter what happens, Iwant
you to know that I will always love you. Stay safe.*
*– Lorik“*
The words made my chest tighten, and I wasn’t sure if it was from lingering emotion or confusion. Everything that had happened last night–everything he had said, everything we had shared–it felt monumental, yet I was left feeling… incomplete. As if something still hung between us, unresolved.
At that moment, an alert popped up on my phone and it read: my ticket to city K has been Successfully ordered.
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The ticket didn’t mean a short trip or a gig, but rather Ethan’s intention to take me to settle there on a permanent basis, where the music scene was stronger and more conducive to my learning and development.
Going to K Country for development also means that I’m going to say goodbye to the people and things of Silvermoon once and for all.
I made up my mind. I had planned to tell Lorik about this decision on his birthday yesterday, but too much had happened that night.
I got out of bed, feeling the remnants of last night’s passion echo through my body, but I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. My mind was too clouded to sort through it all. After dressing, I made
my way downstairs, hoping the breakfast he’d mentioned would at least distract me from my
mplex emotions.
But as I entered the dining room, my steps faltered. There, seated at the table, were Ceccily and
Derrick–eating the breakfast Lorikhad prepared for me.
The audacity.
Ceccily glanced up from her plate, a self–satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “I hope you don’t mind.
Since I’ll be the Mistress of Silvermoon soon, I figured I should get used to things around here.”
My jaw tightened as I approached the table, the cold fury rising within me. One of the servants came
up to me, her eyes wide with apology. “We tried to stop them, Miss Sherry, but they-”
“Enough.” I the servant off and turned my attention back to Ceccily. My voice was sharp as I
Vaved asked, “Who told you you could touch anything in the house or eat this stuff?”
Cecily’s face flushed crimson as her expression wavered between outrage and a forced smile. Her lips twitched as she desperately tried to maintain her composure. “We’re all family,” she said with a strained grin. “What’s wrong with sharing a little food?”
I remained unmoved by her sudden shift in demeanor, and my voice was steady but firm as I replied, “We are not family. And right now, you’re going to leave this house.”
The words hung In the air like a blade, and Cecily’s forced smile crumbled. Her anger, barely concealed until now, surged to the surface. “You’re making a mistake,” she hissed, eyes flashing. “I’ve heard the news–Lorik is heading to war. The rogues are ruthless this time, and there’s a very real chance he won’t come back alive. What will you do then, huh? When you’re left alone with no one to rely on?” Her voice sharpened as she leaned forward. “If you start treating us with a bit more respect now, maybe I’ll consider letting you carry Derek’s child. I’d be more than happy with your… qualifications.”
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