The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 211

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After carefully setting Ophelia down on the bed, Nikolai threw his cloak to the floor and sat down next to her, gently pushing her hair away from her face.

With concern flashing through his eyes, he lightly touched the center of her forehead, the spot where the sunstone had previously adhered, with his thumb. The way she abruptly shoved him away nearly gave him a heart attack.

He had killed Esteban but only injured Rodion, who was much faster than he looked.

Nikolai was baffled. What was the true goal of resurrecting the sun

goddess? Nothing seemed to make sense. At least not just yet. He was going to find out Esteban’s true goal. But it was over for the time being. Given that he had the stone, his wife was safe.

“Those who harm my FireStorm have no right to live.” He trailed off, dragging his fingers down to her cheek.

“Hmm…” Ophelia let out a feeble moan, her eyelashes quivering lightly.

A surge of excitement ignited in his eyes as he stood up, placing his hand beside the bed to ensnare her in between him. “Firestorm?”

“…hmm?” Whimpering, Ophelia’s hazel gray eyes fluttered open to meet him. Tears instantly welled up in them, and she pulled him to her with her arms wrapping around his neck.

He landed squarely on top of her, his body unnaturally stiff from her surprising strength. He could feel her heart racing so quickly and fiercely as she held him so tightly.

“He… He…!” With her chest heaving, she struggled to find the right words

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and confided in herself by wrapping her arms tightly.

Nikolai held his breath, his eyes twinkling brightly. “Darling?”

Her anxiousness was so clear to him. His forehead was right up against hers, his eyes penetrating her tear–streaked ones.

Trembling, her lips parted. “Are you okay?!”

“Breathe.”

“No, that was not normal at all. It was even more excruciating than the nightmare!”

Nikolai forced a swallow. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, her body pressing up against his. He was becoming a little hard. Very hot.

Even so, he spoke in a calm, collected tone, attempting to calm her. “You are fine. You truly are. It is all over now.”

Ophelia sniffed, her stomach growling noisily. “I am starving to death.” She

whined.

Nikolai laughed deeply, his chest vibrating against hers. “I will bring your

meal.” He nuzzled her nose with his.

“No! Please do not leave!” Ophelia tightened her grip on his shirt, inhaling deeply. “You killed Esteban.”

His eyes glowed dimly. Those words just shot out of her throat, leaving him unsure of whether or not she was angry with him. “I…”

“You should have let me kill him.” She growled, her eyes taking on their golden reptile like appearance, with golden scales growing beneath them,

“You… He is gone. Do not be concerned about anything.” Nikolai planted a gentle kiss on the bridge of her nose.

Ophelia’s eyes flashed, her scales vanishing. “I never want to see that stone

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“I will see to it.” Nikolai hushed.

She smiled. “You do not have to be so con… Suddenly, her stomach rumbled loudly, causing her face to flush with shame.

Nikolai laughed. He grabbed her arms. “I will get you something to eat.”

Ophelia let him part her arms. He pinned them to the bed, raised his body slightly, and crashed his lips against hers, kissing her as if his life depended on it.

Ophelia returned the kiss with equal fervor, but she was too weak to hold it.

Breathing heavily, Nikolai broke away and pulled himself out of the bed, watching her. Knowing how weak she was at the moment, he was trying to stop himself from going any farther.

However, Ophelia grinned looking at him like a puppy neglected by its

owner.

“Do you want to accompany me?” Nikolai smiled.

Ophelia reached her arms out to embrace him. “Yes,”

Stepping closer to the bed, he scooped her into his arms and she instantly buried her face in his chest. Inhaling his scent.

“Where are we?” She asked, her voice a bit muffled.

A little shadow fell over Nikolai’s face. “In the mansion of a guardian spirit.”

“What?” Tearing her face from his chest to look around the chamber, Ophelia asked in shock.

She was intrigued by the chamber’s atmosphere more than its immensely intriguing and one–of–a–kind design.

“The guardian spirit of Fireria.” Nikolai mumbled, looking at her with the

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same inquisitive gaze that she was employing to survey the room.

“Isn’t that merely a tale? A myth?” Asking with wide eyes, Ophelia turned to

look at him.

“Well, my dear, the gods who are involved in our lives are also meant to be myths.” Nikolai responded with a sardonic tone.

She blinked. “No. I am not playing around. The guardian spirit is merely a fictional character to discipline children. Similar to the child of doom prophecy.”

Nikolai furrowed his brow. “She is an old acquaintance, according to your brother, who guided us here.”

Ophelia inhaled deeply, furrows prominently forming on her forehead. “An old acquaintance?” She looked horrified.

“Firestorm?” Anxiously, Nikolai questioned.

“After I nearly killed Lev, he was sent away from the castle, from me, from his family for three centuries. Indeed, we did not grow up together, so I don’t really know much about him, but it is really strange that he would lead us here. The guardian spirit of Fireria is a corrupted evil spirit that has existed since the beginning of time.” Ophelia explained, panic rising in her

voice.

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