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“Osirus!” Melina shouted and turned me around. “Calliope, are you okay?” She shook me again, and I nodded shakily. I went to grab onto her arms, but Valpar was there in an instant, holding me to his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he growled at Osirus and Melina. “Why is she shaking?”

My hands threaded through Valpar’s hair and my breaths came in more evenly. I don’t know where that picture in my head came from, but it felt so—real. Like I had seen this woman before, but I didn’t know where.

“I’m okay,” I squeaked as Valpar squeezed me tighter. “I just had a bad daydream and panicked a little.”

“Daydream?” he muttered.

I buried my face into Valpar’s hair, grateful that his hair was down and I didn’t have to see anyone looking at us. When I finally looked up, no one was. Everyone was watching two of the orcs throwing enormous boulders across the courtyard trying to see who could throw the farthest.

So embarrassing.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Valpar mumbled into my neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “I am taking care of my female. Are you alright?”

I nodded and pulled away from him. The angry scowl he had given everyone since he walked on the courtyard was now just a beautiful look of concern. For me.

This made my panties wet all over again, thank you.

“We will talk more about this later. Are you sure you are okay? Do I need to take you away?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I started giggling.

“No, I want to see more of what you can do, male.”

Valpar growled playfully and set me back down on my throne with my posse.

“Just a few more events before I claim my female.” He sent me a wink, and I swooned all over again.

And just like that, I decide to put that horrifying picture of that woman to the deepest part of my mind and concentrate on my mate competing for me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Valpar

Daydreams?What in the good Wood does that mean?

When I held my miresa in my arms, I tried to see if the king could give any hints of what this could mean. He was too busy talking to his queen, so I was unable decide if what this daydream was and if it was good or bad.

I didn’t have time to question. I wanted my mate happy, so I did my best to hide the dread building inside me and find out what thefuckwas wrong, so put on a smiling face.

And yes, I liked these Bergarian words… fuck was a good one as Olur had said previously.

I stole another quick glance at the woman before me. She appeared delicate, perched on the imposing throne adorned with a profusion of vibrant flowers, though, none as beautiful as her. The air was filled with sparks of anticipation as I took in the grandeur of the claiming ceremony.

Memories of my orgamo’s tales flooded in my mind, recounting his own pursuit for my ogamie’s affection. This is just how I imagined it. Only now, it was my female sitting there and I knew I would be the only winner.

Olur and Taghig, their chests heaving, bumped together with a resounding thud after hurling their massive boulders. As I walked by, I playfully nudged Taghig’s shoulder, prompting both of them to give me a smug once-over. The air was filled with the scent of food roasting over the fire, mingling with the sound of grunts and cheers echoing through the crowd. “Beat that Valpar. I’ve been practicing my throws.” Taghig snorted and spat out a large wad of phlegm.

My miresa let out a longewwwsound in the background.

He would not win points for that, at all.

Not that it mattered. My miresa would choose me anyway.

“Doubtful. My core is stronger, I’ll send this past the courtyard, you shall see.”

They both shook their heads and snickered when I picked up the boulder.

“I guess you can lift it. Especially, since your shaft is not hard and in the way,” Olur said. “Can you not get hard in front of your female?”

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