---- 223. NOW YOU''RE MY SLAVE NARRATOR She could almost hear the sigh of relief Drir let out. "I prepared a contract... you''ll sign it with your blood." The Lord hadn''t wasted any time. Rousse didn''t say a word. He just took the parchment and examined it. His name wasn''t Zarek, and Victoria didn''t belong to any realm in this world. "All right, seems fair.

    I just want to add that I hand her over willingly and hope to trade with your fortress in the future." He pretended to gain more from the deal, like any noble would. He bit the tip of his finger and stamped his bloody print next to the fake name. "Ill make sure you''re weed, but I don''t want you anywhere near my ve." Drir emphasized the my with a threatening hiss. Those wolfish pupils shot Rousse onest warning nce ---- before leaving the tavern.

    The Lord wasn''t an idiot He''d already ordered an investigation to confirm whether that noble surname truly existed in the other werewolf realm. The problem was the distance-it would take time. There was something about this supposed Zarek that didn''t sit right with him. He hadn''t been able to sense his animal side. But real or fake, no one was taking Victoria from him. Rousse watched him storm out and then casually gathered up the coins from the table. He wasn''t about to leave behind a gift.

    He was already thinking about all the things he''d buy for his little witch, while Victoria yed the part of the self-sacrificing ve. array Draco found his Beta waiting at the tavern''s entrance. "Sir, just like you ordered, the horses are ready, and the men are set. ---- "Good. Head to the town exit, I''ll catch up," Drir instructed, eager to get upstairs. But his Beta had more news to report.

    "Sir, Miss Celia insisted on returning with us." "Damn it..." Draco muttered under his breath, annoyed. She wasn''t the kind of woman you could just shake off like a pesky fly. Celia was the daughter of two people far too important to him "Then escort her carriage and don''t say a word about any of this," Drir said with a final nce, watching him nod. He knew this would bring him headaches.

    But he''d run into Celia by chance while she was shopping in this, town, and now he had no choice but to get her safely back to the fortress. The lycan''s steps slowed as he approached that door. Damn it. He couldn''t remember thest time he''d felt this nervous. He raised his hand and knocked softly, a few times.

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