Page 17 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

Braythe nods along attentively, drinking as he does so.

“Now that bastard sits all high and mighty like a khuzuth in his mansion, getting all the recognition while I sit here, wasting myself away in this fucking bar… Forgotten and forced to babysit damn chivdouyu every night.”

“Not to mention he has your girl now.”

Snarling, I knock back the rest of my drink and rise to my feet.

“Wait a minute, where are you going?” asks Braythe.

“I’m going to Nasthyn’s mansion.”

I make a move for the exit. Braythe quickly pays the bartender before rushing to my side.

“Why are you going there?”

“I may not be able to pull her out from there but at the very least I’ve to make sure she’s okay.”

“Alright well I’m coming with you.”

An hour passes by the time we’re close to the estate. I know where Nasthyn lives as my family and I have attended parties at his residence in the past. By my side is Braythe, huffing and puffing as we ascend up a steep hill.

“Damn,” he wheezes. “No wonder these rich bastards usually get carriages up the way. Can we stop for a moment?”

“It isn’t far from here, let’s keep moving.”

“Alright but remember not to pull any dumb shit with Nasthyn.”

I already told you I’m here to see Cyra. That’s all I want, I couldn’t possibly care any less for Nasthyn.”

“Whatever you say, Lykan.”

“For all I know, those two are already paired up and mated. A lot can happen in six months.”

As strong as I try to sound, the thought of another dark elf getting to put his hands on Cyra’s body disgusts me. In a way, I feel as though it should only be me, yet I know it’s wrong to be possessive. I don’t know why I feel this way, I hardly have any right to her after having sex only a handful of times.

Part of me longs for her company again, for things to go back to the way they used to be. Even if we didn’t like each other, my heart still feels heavy in her absence. What makes it worse is knowing just how cruel some dark elves can be with their human servants.

There’s only one way to find out how she’s doing, and that’s to see her with my own eyes. I don’t know if Nasthyn hides a brutish manner behind his almost khuzuth-like image. We reach his estate, beginning the walk up the path running through his gardens.

“There’s his mansion at the end of this road.”

“Fuck, look at this place,” gasps Braythe. “It’s magnificent. It’s almost as nice as the royal castle itself.”

“That I cannot deny. Nasthyn’s reputation pockets him a very generous salary. It seems as though the further back a miou is from the battlefield, the better off they are with their pay.”

“Can you stop being so depressing for one damn moment and just enjoy what’s around you?”

I wave him off. I wish I could do what he says but my mind is running rampant with thoughts of Cyra. As we draw nearer to the door, my heart starts pumping fast, harder than even when I was caught in the most intense of battles. Coming to a stop, I take a deep breath and knock on the door. It opens, there standing Cyra. My eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see her protruding belly.

Is she… pregnant?

“Lykan?” she exclaims.

“Hello Cyra,” I greet.

“Hello there, my name is Braythe,” greets my companion.

Cyra nods and smiles then returns her gaze to me.

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