Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings

As the convoy made its way through the dense forest toward the castle, the fading light cast long shadows across the path. The air was thick with tension, but Devonte's sharp eyes remained fixed on Zara.

She was struggling.

Her posture was slumped, her movements sluggish, and her hands trembled faintly as she held the reins of her horse. Her human endurance was no match for the relentless pace they had set since morning.

Devonte's jaw tightened. He couldn't ignore her state any longer. With a sharp motion, he raised his hand, signaling the troop to stop.

"We rest here," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. The guards exchanged surprised glances but complied immediately, dismounting and beginning to set up a temporary camp.

Zara blinked in surprise as her horse came to a halt, looking around as if confused by the sudden break. She swayed slightly in her saddle, and Devonte was beside her in an instant.

"Careful," he said, his voice low and steady as he reached up to help her down. His large hands easily encircled her waist as he guided her to the ground.

"I'm fine," she murmured, though her unsteady steps betrayed her words. Her posture yelling her current status.

"You're not," Devonte replied firmly, his sharp gaze sweeping over her pale face and tired eyes. He holds kind of stae which she can't seems to igbore. He signaled one of the guards.

"Get water. Now."

Denzel dismounted nearby, his brow furrowed as he approached.

"What's going on?"

"She's exhausted," Devonte said, his tone clipped. "She hasn't eaten or had water since morning. Humans aren't like us, Denzel. She can't keep this pace."

Denzel's gaze shifted to Zara, softening slightly as he took in her state. He felt sting of guilt seeing how correct how brother was.

"We should've stopped sooner."

Devonte didn't respond, but the tension in his shoulders was clear as he turned to the nearest soldier.

"Prepare food. Quickly."

As the guards bustled around, gathering firewood and setting up a small camp, Devonte guided Zara to a fallen log near the edge of the clearing.

"Sit," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for protest.

Zara hesitated, glancing between him and Denzel. She was quite flushed out of awkward because of the change of atmosphere around them.

"I'm okay, really—"

"Zara," Devonte cut her off, his intense gaze pinning her in place. "Sit. That's an order."

She blinked at him, startled by his tone, but she obeyed, lowering herself onto the log.

As the fire was lit and the scent of cooking food began to fill the air, Devonte's eyes never left her. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn't suppress. Something he have mastered before the meet.

She's so delicate, he thought, watching the way her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the pendant around her neck. Her delicate figure and sensitive skin weren't suited for the cold weather of the forest. She have turned to cherry shade due to the climate. If she showed this much sensitivity to the weather, how would she handle what was waiting to come?

The mating session loomed in his mind, unbidden. A dark, primal part of him stirred at the thought of claiming her, of marking her as theirs in every way. Memories of their last encounter with her played in his mind. That raw and intense moment they had together. He recalled how beautifully her skin responded to his touch. She have welcomed thier warmth with a alluring gesture. The thought of tasting her femininity teased him briefly, his mind mindlessly begin to imagine his tongue on her opening. That that inself begin to fire him up. but he cursed himself for it as quickly as it came.

His eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze sharpening as it rested on her. Her lips parted slightly as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that drew his focus. His eyes caught on the rytham her both chest showing. He gulped down his saliva seeing how plumped those were.

Stop it, he told himself, but his body didn't listen.

"Devonte," Denzel's voice echoed in his mind, which got him startle for second. His sharp and commanding through their mind link. "Behave yourself. Now's not the time for unholy thoughts".

Devonte stiffened, clenching his fists as he tore his gaze away from Zara. "I wasn't—"

"Yes, you were," Denzel interrupted, his tone laced with disapproval. "Focus. We have bigger problems to deal with."

Devonte exhaled heavily, forcing himself to calm the storm brewing inside him. He have faced a quite a time to hold himself from raising up. He turned his attention to the guards, giving orders to ensure everything was ready for Zara to eat.

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As the food was brought to her, Zara glanced up at Devonte, her brow furrowed slightly.

"You didn't have to stop for me," she said softly.

"Yes, we did," Denzel replied before Devonte could. His tone was firm but not unkind. "Your well-being comes first, Zara. Always."

Devonte nodded, his earlier intensity replaced by a softer, more controlled demeanor.

"Eat, Zara. You need your strength."

She hesitated for a moment but then relented, taking the bowl of warm stew offered to her. As she ate, the two brothers stood nearby, their eyes scanning the perimeter, ever vigilant.

But even as they watched for threats, their minds were consumed by thoughts of Zara. Protecting her was their priority, knowing anything was possible anytime, they been working of preventing the future troubles. but suppressing their desires, especially in her presence, was becoming an increasingly difficult battle.

And it was more tougher after their moment with her last time. Since now they know how her lips taste. It's a challenging period to go through. But they would surpass this. Afterwards there's nothing else would keep her away from them.