The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 216

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“L… Lev?” Her voice broke, tears streaming down her cheeks. And she yelled his name with excruciating force, “LEV!”

Lev’s fire blazed fiercely… that familiar intensity. She shook her head, fists

clenched.

“Is this some kind of nightmare? Please let it be a nightmare?” She mumbled, her tone devoid of the pain pounding in her chest.

Nikolai reverted completely to his human form, but his eyes remained crimson, glittering with pity for his wife.

“Ophelia.” He took a step forward, eager to get to her.

“Do not even think about it!” Lev screamed, setting off a wall of fire that blocked Nikolai’s path.

Sensing the roaring heat of the fire god’s flames, which could very well hurt him, Nikolai took a small step back. He was holding back so much! All

because of her.

“Nikolai?” Ophelia screamed. Even though she was aware that he was still alive, her heart was racing so much.

“The audacity.” Lev snorted with contempt and glare at her.

That voice made Ophelia cold. Her face, her entire being, twisted with distorted horror as she turned her gaze back to the person she called her

brother.

“Whoever you are, get your a$$ out of my brother!” She screamed, her golden reptilian eyes dilating with rage.

The fire god smirked, finding her words completely ridiculous. But the expression on her face caught him off guard. He felt a little intimidated, but

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shook it off.

“Do you believe this to be possession?” He was curious.

Ophelia straightened up, two daggers appearing in her grip. “Are you deaf?” She snarled, her face darkening.

Lev came to a halt, titling his head in disbelief. “What?” He could feel her venomous rage at that moment.

“Leave. My. Brother! STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!” Ophelia bellowed in rage.

Instantaneously, the daggers she was holding transformed into long, fiery swords. Slashing them together, she narrowed her intense gaze to the fire god, her golden eyes reflecting the flames dangerously.

The fire god retreated a step, his fire going out as she approached him. “This is not possession, Ophelia.”

Ophelia remained silent. Her face was emotionless, but her eyes held all the rage she was harboring inside.

The fire wall vanished.

“Ophelia.” When Nikolai saw his wife heading to kill her brother–who turned out to be the fire god who had been torturing her in her dreams–he

did not move.

Though a big part of him wanted to step in, now did not seem like the right time. It was inevitable that he would ensure she did nothing that she would later regret.

“I am Lev Viadislav.” The fire god said in a harsh tone, still retreating. His glaring eyes narrowed in resolve, “You can not hurt your own brother.”

Ophelia paused, her eyes widening in realization.

Lev smiled satisfied. “Good.”

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Ophelia parted her lips slowly, her face flushed with disbelief. She clung to the hope that whatever was occurring to her at that precise moment was only a dream! He could not possibly be her brother–not the fire god who had been torturing her and cursing her!

Lev reached out to Nikolai, his flaring eyes flickering with satisfaction at having managed to stop her. “I am your brother. You cannot kill me. You will stand by as I eliminate this wretched being from your life.”

Ophelia’s pupils twitched. “What?” Her voice was deep and dark, and there was a dangerous flare to the flames on her swords. “You will not dare lay a hand on my husband.”

Nikolai heard and watched this. His lips parted in wonder, his crimson eyes brimming with pride.

Lev curled his mouth in contempt. “Are you still confused?” He asked, dropping his arm. “I was there when you married him, I was there…”

“Shut your trap and listen to me.” Ophelia charged in with a powerful stance, pointing a sword at him.

Lev clenched his teeth. utterly surprised.

“Do not speak like my brother. My brother will never inflict such pain on me as you have. My brother will prevent me from experiencing happiness. My brother will never create a being with the intent of killing me. There is no way my brother could ever want to rob me of happiness.”

“The road to misery is what you mistake for happiness! Your happiness is actually sorrow masquerading as happiness! How come you are unable to see that I am attempting to shield you?!?” Lev screamed.

“Protect?” Ophelia questioned, a cold expression on her face. She made her swords disappear and blinked, transforming her eyes back into their hazel gray form. “In order to gain complete access to kill Nikolai, your method of

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protection is to kill me. I stand in the way of your attempts to reinstate a barbaric order”

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