Chapter 793:

Broad shoulders and a piercing, worried gaze. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She took another deep breath, forcing herself to sit up. “It’s nothing… just a dream.” She rubbed her face and ran a trembling hand through her hair. “You were awake again, weren’t you? That’s why you’re here.”

A slight shrug was his only reply. She could see the exhaustion shadowing his eyes, and it hurt her.

He was drained. Ever since the truth about Lord Zaiper had come to light—about what he had done—Vladya’s nights had blended into his days.

He rarely slept. He rarely rested. All of his focus had narrowed down to one thing.

Goal: find Lord Zaiper and bring him to justice.

Aekeira was deeply concerned about the toll this was taking on him.

“Here,” she said, patting the space beside her. “Come lie down with me. Please.”

“I still have work to finish in the study.”

“You can finish it tomorrow.” Her other hand gently rested on her belly, where their unborn child stirred. “Tonight, come lie down with me. With us. Our little one is restless and needs his father.”

The fierce protectiveness in Vladya’s eyes flared. She saw his resistance crumble, and without another word, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The way he cared for their child stirred something deep within her, and while Aekeira felt a twinge of guilt for using that to persuade him to come to bed, her man desperately needed to rest.

Ever since Zaiper had taken her hostage to escape, Vladya had become completely overbearing. She had bodyguards by her side at all times. He flatly refused to let her access the fortress grounds. His beast was closer to the surface than ever, always attuned to her, always scenting her.

The bed dipped under his weight as he climbed in, and she shifted, giving way.

He didn’t leave any space between them but pulled her into his arms.

A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips, and her body relaxed against the warmth of his.

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“What was your dream about?” Vladya’s voice was a low murmur against her ear.

Aekeira hesitated. She didn’t know how to explain it.

“I’m not sure,” she said quietly.

She couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t even begin to interpret what she had seen. Yet—

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