Chapter 1206


    The scorching breath tickled the edges of Thssa''s ear, carrying an invasive scent of peril.


    Her body tensed, frozen in ce, her pupils dted, eyes flickering with uncertainty.


    Lysander''s words were eerily familiar. Weren''t they the same ones she''d uttered to him not too long


    ago?


    Back then, when little Elowen had offered Lysander some homemade cookies, Thssa, worried that


    he''d refuse and hurt the child''s feelings, had advised him, “Don’t reject the kindness of a child; it might


    break their heart.”


    Now, Lysander had turned her words back on her. How could she possibly refuse?


    But sitting on hisp, this way—when a child does it, it’s the sweetness of a father-daughter bond.


    And her? Sitting on Lysander’sp, it could only seem awkward, the sort of thing to set tongues


    wagging and minds wandering.


    Thssa squirmed ufortably, her body rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your leg is


    still injured. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”


    His leg, after all, was still recovering from that nasty burn.


    “It’s fine,” Lysander murmured in his deep, resonant voice, his hand circling her waist to pull her closer,


    adjusting her seating.


    Just as he would with Elowen, cradling her small frame, he enveloped Thssa, creating the image of


    her nestled safely in his arms.


    Although Thssa was an adult, next to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike in his strong, broad


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    embrace.


    Feeling the masculine scent of him, being held like a child, her face turned a deeper shade of red and


    her breathing grewbored. But Lysander''s words left her unable to struggle or protest, and she didn’t


    dare to.


    Behind her was the heat of Lysander''s abdomen, a constant reminder of the potential danger, warning


    her that any reckless movement might switch on his predatory instincts, and she’d be truly caught in


    the wolf’s den.


    So even with her embarrassment and difort, she remained still, enduring the closeness.


    Sensing herpliance, Lysander was pleased. His deep eyes shifted to Elowen, who was holding up


    the phone, “Go ahead and take the picture.”


    Elowen, beaming like a blooming flower, lifted the phone, stepped back, and the other children


    gathered around, peering at the screen with sparkling curiosity.


    “Mommy, you look so worried. Give us a smile,” Elowen said earnestly, herrge, luminous eyes


    shifting from the phone to Thssa, urging her to look happier for the photo.


    Caught off guard, Thssa realized she was supposed to present her best self for the picture. She


    forced a smile, feeling Lysander''s warmth at her back and the innocent, charming faces of the children


    before her.


    Her heart was torn between the fear of Lysander turning into a wolf and the pure joy of the children''s


    innocence.


    “Daddy, Mommy smiled, now it’s your turn,” Elowen chimed in.


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    “Mommy, Daddy’s smiling. Now look at the camera,” Elowen’s sweet voice pulled Thssa back from


    her trance.


    With a flustered smile, she posed for the photograph.