Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

With those words, Erik stood frozen, his Achilles' heel struck.

It was true. He and Nyx had never held a formal wedding ceremony.

Now, he could hardly remember what he was thinking back then. All he remembered was that he hadn't wanted to get married, not truly viewing the woman the Voss family sent as his wife.

He had looked at her coldly, thinking that if she was part of some scheme with the Voss family, he would find a reason to dispose of her. If she was innocent, he would just let her go when the dust settled. But he never expected to fall so deeply in love with her.

Everything was beyond his control. His decision at that time had been wrong.

Bitter regret crept into his heart, spreading across Erik's brow.

On the other side, Emperor Aurelius seemed to have won the battle. A faint pleasure flickered across his usually stoic, handsome face. If he were in his beast form, his tail would probably be standing high, full of pride.

Aurelius had originally planned to move slowly, thick-skinned, and cling to Nyx without any title or recognition, slowly making his way into her life. But Nyx had figured out his identity.

In that urgent moment, she had called Aurelius by his name so naturally, as if they were the closest of couples.

Aurelius thought, 'She must like me!

Even the calmest and most composed person would find it difficult to keep their composure in such a situation.

From the moment Nyx uttered the name "Aurelius," it was as though Aurelius had fallen into a honey jar, savoring its sweetness repeatedly. His confidence swelled to unprecedented levels.

He could no longer tolerate it. He wanted a title. He thought the only person who could stand by Nyx's side with a rightful position was him.

Born into royalty, no one understood competition better than he did. He had never been someone to follow the virtue of patience and humility.

After dinner, Nyx reviewed the accounts again. Outside, the sky gradually darkened. Arlong bowed as he entered and lit candles around the room. "What time is it?"

"It's already midnight, Madam," Arlong answered quietly.

"So late.” Nyx stretched lazily, massaging her neck and tossing the account book aside. "Has Pale Wolf not returned yet?"

The matter regarding Banon had taken longer than expected, but that was normal. Nyx wasn't well-versed in suc so she hadn't been able to help much and hadn't disturbed her mates who were discussing the important matter eaten dinner alone.

But now, as it was nearing bedtime, Pale Wolf still hadn't shown up, which was truly unexpected.

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Ever since his leg injury had healed, Erik had been unusually clingy. Even during his recovery, he had secretly snuck into her room every night to warm her bed.

She thought, 'Could it be that the matter with Banon is particularly difficult?'

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After pondering for a moment, Nyx instructed Arlong, "Go and find out when Pale Wolf will be back."

If he wasn't coming back tonight, she wouldn't wait for him and wouldn't leave a light on for him. She would wash up, read for a while, and then go to bed.

Arlong accepted the order and moved swiftly, heading straight to the study.

As he got closer, he noticed the two men guarding the door had strange expressions, as though they wanted to say something but found it difficult to speak. Their eyes seemed to ask for help.

Arlong grew suspicious. He knocked on the door twice and, receiving no response, hesitantly pushed the door open.

A strong smell of alcohol immediately hit him.

"Master?" Arlong was greatly shocked, hardly able to believe that the man slumped drunkenly at the desk was his usually sober master.

The table and floor were littered with empty wine jars, and it was impossible to count how many had been consumed.

Erik's large frame slumped over the table, his eyes bloodshot and clearly intoxicated, with an air of heavy, suffocating tension surrounding him.

With a long arm, he reached for another jar of wine, carelessly tossing aside the cup and pouring it directly into his mouth. His movements were unsteady, spilling half of the wine onto his clothes.

"Master, stop drinking." Arlong rushed forward to stop him, worried he might choke.

The wine jar was taken from his hand, and Erik, annoyed, tried to shake him off, squinting to look at him. Fortunately, it seemed he could still recognize him, not mistaking him for an assassin, but he didn't seem to care enough to speak.

Arlong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cautiously suggested, "It's getting late. Let me help you back to your room. The madam is still waiting for you."

Unable to reason with Erik, Arlong had no choice but to rely on Nyx.

Whatever had happened, the most important thing now was for Erik to rest with Nyx.

Arlong, thinking he had found the perfect solution by mentioning Nyx, was startled to see Erik's eyes redden upon hearing

her name.

At once, Arlong was flustered, not knowing what to do. He had never seen Erik in such a vulnerable state.

Erik was a tough and resilient general, the kind of man who didn't shed tears even when severely injured. When his leg was hurt, he was diagnosed as disabled, but not a single tear had been shed.

He thought, 'So what's going on today? The madam hasn't argued with him, and everything seems fine earlier in the day.

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Arlong thought about it from every angle, but couldn't make sense of it. He quietly stepped outside to ask the two guards for more information.

The guards replied, "We don't know... After His Majesty left, the master's mood worsened. He locked himself in his room and drank more and more wine..."

They had been guarding outside, unable to hear anything from within, and didn't dare to spy or guess whether there had been a disagreement between Aurelius and Erik.

Based on this scant information, Arlong guessed that the problem was emotional.

If it was a rivalry with another lover, Erik would likely have the upper hand.

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Arlong ribbed his forehead, feeling frustrated on Eriks betul.

Looking at Erik's depender sær, hing couldn't help but feel a surge of courage, and dared to suggest, "The second danger of the Minister of the Warehouse, the youngest sister of the Minister of Justice, and the daughter of the Grand Schcher all are virtuous young ladies who admire you and are willing to serve by your side."

Erik came from a noble family, was handsome, young, with military achievements, and held a title waiting to be inherited. For many years, he had been the object of admiration for many young ladies of the capitalnoveldrama

Although his leg injury had scared off some of the less sincere admirers, there were still many women whose feelings for him hadn't changed. Some were even willing to become concubines.

Arlony, rifled through his memories and could easily name a long list of candidates.

Ladies from respectable families with a modest status would be most suitable to enter the household

As he listed names, he observed Erik's expression but saw no trace of interest. Erik's cold, sharp eyes were half-closed, as though he wasn't listening to Arlong at all, treating his words like the wind.

Arlong, scratching his head, gathered his courage to continue, "If you're interested, the daughters of merchant families are also acceptable. As for the brothels... visiting them occasionally isn't a big deal, but bringing them into the household might not be appropriate...

His words became increasingly blunt, and Erik, who was drunk, finally grasped what he was saying. His anger surged, and he waved his hand violently, almost

knocking over the table. "Get out!"

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