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Chapter 118

VESTA'S POV

Lucius hadn't shown his face since the bewildering apology and the even more baffling bouquet of lilies.

I refused to give him the satisfaction of my worry. He wouldn't see me crumble, wouldn't witness the fear gnawing at my insides. Instead, I adopted a façade of aloof indifference, immersing myself in books and trivial pursuits.

One particularly tedious afternoon, as I was attempting to lose myself in a historical romance novel (anything to distract myself from the reality of my situation), the door creaked open. I glanced up, fully expecting a maid with a tray of untouched delicacies.

Instead, Lucius stood there, his face an unreadable mask. My stomach clenched, a primal reaction I couldn't control.

"Vesta," he began, his voice devoid of warmth. "May I come in?"

I raised an eyebrow, skepticism lacing my voice. "May you? Isn't this your palace? Isn't this your wing? By all means, Alpha King, make yourself comfortable."

He ignored the sarcasm, entering the room and closin
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