The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 – Blueberries and Bombshells

Nevara

Breakfast at the royal estate was rarely boring, but today? It was delicious.

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Sabrina twirled into the room with a tray piled high with fruit, croissants, and a pitcher of something

citrusy that was definitely spiked. “Rise and gossip, girls!” she sang, placing everything on the table like we

were her queens and not just two mildly tired women bracing for wedding binder Armageddon.

Michelle rolled her eyes and followed her in, arms stacked with her infamous planning folders. “Just

remember, the wedding is three weeks away, not three years. We don’t need ten binders.”

“Yes we do,” Michelle said sweetly. “Now sit.”

I sat. Because I knew better than to argue with either of them.

“I saw Kael talking to a very handsome stranger last night,” I said, popping a berry into my mouth.

Sabrina nearly dropped the juice. “So did I! He was so good–looking. Like, sin–on–a–stick good–looking. Tall,

tattooed, golden undertones. Whew.”

Michelle tilted her head. “Aren’t you a lesbian?”

“I am,” Sabrina said cheerfully. “But that doesn’t mean I’m blind. A statuesque god of a man can still be appreciated. I just won’t climb him like a tree.”

“Oh, he was that good–looking, huh?” Michelle said, laughing.

“Absolutely. Sculpted like war itself and walked like a threat,” she added, swooning a little.

“That doesn’t even make any sense Sabrina, what kind of analogy is that?” Michelle Sid, shaking her head.

“Exactly,” Sabrina replied, “it doesn’t make sense how handsome he is.”

I snorted. “Yeah well, I called him handsome and Thoren got so jealous.”

Michelle grinned. “Did he growl?”

“No, but his eyes flared and I swear I heard his possessive thoughts. I had to remind him that while I only desire him, I do have eyes. And those eyes function.”

Michelle flipped open her top binder and sighed dramatically. “Where was I during all of this? Why didn’t I

see this man?”

“You were running the entire engagement party like a general on the eve of battle,” Sabrina said, sitting beside her. “Not surprising you missed him. But Kael and Mr. Sexy were definitely flirting. Like aggressively. There was a hand touch and everything.”

I leaned forward on my elbows. “Well. I was just in Thoren’s office, and guess what? He accidentally interrupted Kael and his guest this morning.”

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Michelle gasped. “No.”

Sabrina screamed. “Tell me everything.”

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I beamed. “Thoren went to Kael’s room for something and apparently walked in at the wrong time. Saw a

tattooed shoulder, auburn hair, heard movement in the bed. He was so embarrassed he just turned around

and left.”

Michelle covered her mouth in glee. “Oh my gosh, I bet both of them were mortified.”

“Thoren definitely was. He practically shoved me out of the room when Kael walked in. But to be fair…” I

grinned slowly. “I may have asked Kael if he was a top or a bottom. Or, you know… if he switches.”

Sabrina snorted so hard she nearly choked on her mimosa.

Michelle’s jaw dropped. “Nevara!”

“What? It’s a valid question!”

“You cannot just ask someone that!”

I wagged a finger. “You sound exactly like your cousin right now.”

Michelle’s eyes narrowed–and then she lobbed a blueberry straight at my forehead.

“Yup,” I said, dodging it. “Exactly like Thoren. He threw a pen at me while kicking me out.”

Sabrina howled with laughter. “This is the kind of royal drama I live for. Please tell me Kael answered the

question.”

I clutched my chest with mock tragedy. “No, the moment was ruined. But you better believe I’ll ask again

later.”

Michelle groaned into her coffee. “You are going to be so inappropriate at your own wedding.”

“I hope so,” I said sweetly. “I deserve to misbehave at least a little.”

Sabrina raised her glass. “To Kael’s hot mystery man–and to the queen’s delightfully filthy curiosity.”

“Cheers,” I laughed, clinking my glass to hers.

And somewhere in the castle, Thoren was probably still recovering from secondhand awkwardness.

Michelle tapped her finger twice against the table. “Alright, enough of the silliness for a moment–what’s the situation with Bethany?”

Sabrina groaned, reaching for another croissant. “Ugh, way to kill the vibe.”

“It’s a fair question,” I said, setting my glass down. “I believe Kael was sent to pick up Bethany and Jonas from the hotel. Thoren said they’re headed to the genetics lab this morning.”

“How long does it take to process DNA?” Sabrina asked, looking between us.

Michelle shook her head. “Depends on the urgency and tech. In the old world? A week, minimum. Here?

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Maybe a day or two if they expedite it–but I doubt they’ll get results today.”

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