Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

Upon hearing that Erik was going to marry Nyx again, Aurelius could no longer sit still and rushed over without delay. The thought that the loophole it could exploit was about to be closed made the little white cat anxious, pacing back and forth

around Nyx.

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Having known each other for years and lived together for so long, Nyx had never seen him so unstable before. She found it quite amusing and couldn't help but secretly watch him for a while before pulling him into her arms, soothing him by stroking his fur.

After all, he was still young-an emperor in his teens. His emotions weren't as controlled as those of older rulers.

Nyx kissed his soft cheek, making the little kitten dizzy with joy. However, she then calmly rejected his request, "No. My identity is not suitable for the palace; it would only attract gossip."

A ruler taking the wife of a subject was hard to explain, and such rumors would be harmful to all three of them. It was better to keep things as they were.

Aurelius's beast form was perfect for sneaking into Duke's Mansion, where he could secretly visit Nyx from time to time for a tryst.

But Aurelius was not satisfied. Given the chance to go further, he would surely seize it.

Unfortunately, Nyx was determined. No matter how much he pouted, begged, and tried to coax her, she would not relent.

After being rejected several times, the little white cat lay dejectedly in Nyx's lap, as though it had lost all its strength and tactics.

"Be good." Nyx, knowing this was all part of the little scheming cat's performance, still couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy. She spoke softly, "We need to think about the bigger picture."

If Aurelius's reign were stable, with no internal or external threats, she wouldn't mind how their reputation looked. She could go to the palace with him.

But with Banon's situation still unresolved, and enemies eyeing the throne, she didn't want her mate to become the subject of rumors or suffer bad reputations. She didn't want them to be blamed for the downfall of a regime or for losing the people's trust.

Nyx appealed to reason and emotion, and after spending some intimate moments with Aurelius, who had reverted to his human form, she finally persuaded him to give up his intention of taking her to the palace.

The cat who had tasted the forbidden fruit couldn't forget Nyx's intimacy, so he began frequenting Duke's Mansion more often, as if trying to compensate for the unspoken grievances in a different way.

Erik naturally noticed the blatant signs.

The two young males, both full of youthful energy, began to compete with each other in bed, using Nyx as the battleground, each trying to prove they were stronger than the other.

Nyx suffered greatly because of this.

She was even beginning to feel anxious. Whenever she heard the familiar meow outside the window, her legs would instinctively weaken.

Morning arrived.

14 Mar

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A few small snowflakes floated down from the sky, weaving a cold, white blanket over the world.

A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground. The maids were busy sweeping the courtyard, chatting quietly as they exhaled puff's of mist with each breath.

By midday, the snow finally stopped. When sounds came from inside the house, several maids paused their chores. "The madam has woken up."

Nyx was attended to by her maids, washing up and having her hair styled into a neat bun, her head still a little fuzzy.

She had slept in quite late today. Without the little cat's meowing to wake her up, she felt strangely unsettled. "Has Cotton Candy not come today?"

The maids were also puzzled by this. "No. Maybe because of the snow."

This reason seemed rather flimsy, since the cat had always braved all kinds of weather to come see her, and a bit of snow wouldn't have stopped it. However, they couldn't think of any other reason.

Without the little cat's playful mewling as background noise, Nyx found herself eating her meal absentmindedly.

Even as she looked over the account books, she felt distracted. She stared at one number for a long time, unaware that the ink had already soaked through the paper.

With her efficiency at an all-time low, she procrastinated further, sighed, and put the account book down, rubbing her forehead. She decided to take a walk instead.

However, as soon as she stepped out the door, someone came to inform her that someone from the palace had arrived. Aron, Aurelius's personal attendant, was asking to see her and was waiting in the front yard.

Nyx froze for a moment.

After so many secret meetings with Aurelius, this was the first time someone had come to her through official channels.

Not wanting to keep the little cat waiting too long, she wasted no time, changed into more suitable attire to meet guests, and made her way to the front yard.

As expected, she saw Aron, but not the familiar little white cat.

The front yard was empty, with no one else around. It seemed the other servants had been cleared out.

Aron, dressed in palace attire, stood formally, speaking to Arlong. As soon as he saw Nyx, he immediately bowed and greeted her.

"Madam." He knelt down, his face showing a mix of sorrow and anger. "His Majesty was attacked last night..."

Nyx's pupils contracted sharply, her heart pounding.

Just those words were enough to send a wave of dizziness through Nyx. She almost couldn't stand.

She disregarded her image and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Aron to interrogate him, "How is he? Where was he injured? Is he-"

"Calm down, Madam; please calm down." Aron was startled by her urgency and quickly supported her, trying to steady her shaking form. "His Majesty's injury is not severe. He's fine."

Aurelius, both cultured and martial, was agile and skilled. The assassins didn't even get a chance to strike before he had already fought back and subdued them.

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One of the assassins was killed on the spot, and the rest, unable to commit suicide, were now being interrogated for their masterminds.

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Aurelius himself had dealt with the attackers. Although he wasn't completely unscathed, he only had a half-inch long cut on his left arm.

Of course, Aron couldn't tell Nyx the full truth. He had come on Aurelius's orders,

to bring Nyx to the palace.

Naturally, the story of the attack had been embellished, with Aron using exaggerated language and dramatic flair to describe how Aurelius fought off the assassins.

Nyx's heart raced, her brow furrowed tightly.

Even Arlong was shaken, his face darkening. "Such bold rebels. I'll report this to my master immediately."

Aron secretly wiped his brow. "Yes, it's important to inform Duke Read as well."

Though the assassins had been captured, the matter was far from over.

To root out the mastermind, Aurelius would need to work closely with Erik. But Aron wasn't here for that. He said, "The assassination disturbed His Majesty so much that he couldn't sleep, restless all night," Aron knelt and said, "So, I humbly ask the Madam to come to the palace."

Arlong's mind immediately cooled. He had a feeling something was wrong. Such a major event as the assassination attempt, and yet instead of informing Erik first, seeking an audience with Nyx- clearly, the intentions weren't pure.

He thought, 'If you're feeling unwell, you go see a physician; the lady isn't a healer.'

Nyx, however, didn't think too much about it and immediately agreed, "Alright, let's go quickly."

Her mind was completely preoccupied with worry, her thoughts consumed by the image of the little white cat with tear- filled eyes. She even forgot to pack her things, walking hurriedly and faster than Aron.

Aron jogged behind her, barely managing to keep up. Just as they reached the carriage and he was about to kneel to let Nyx step on him to get in, Nyx had already scrambled up by herself using both hands and feet.

Aron was a step too late and could only awkwardly smile. He thought, 'What if the lady finds out she's been deceived? What would happen to His Majesty?'

He dared not think too deeply about it, silently praying in his heart that she wouldn't place the blame on him. He was an old man, not fit to bear the consequences.

The Duke's Mansion was deeply trusted by Aurelius, and the residence was just a short distance from the Palace. But Nyx, worrying for her mate, felt restless. She complained that the journey was too long, and the carriage too slow. Once inside the imperial city, they would have to switch to palanquins.

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