Chapter 176: What Is That Feeling?

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Ramose deeply stared into his mate's eyes.

He felt aggrieved at her easy dismissal of his words. But when he saw the panic in her violet pupils, his heart melted and his anger faded away.

Sigh. I can't stay mad at her for long.

Feeling helpless, the Werewolf King lowered his head and bit his mate's lip. 

Versailles yelped in surprise. Before she could scold him, he pushed his tongue in her mouth and kissed her in vengeance.

"Mmm...Ra...Ramo..." This insatiable wolf! They were in the Crystalline Hall!

The thought of Olsen or his other Betas walking in on them unsettled Versailles. So she unrestrainedly hit his chest in an attempt to push him away.

But the Werewolf King wanted to vent the suffocating feeling of frustration in his heart and ignored her protest. His mate's every word affected him heavily. And this time was no exception.

With a loud smooch, he unsealed their lips and breathlessly rested his forehead on hers.

"Light...do you think I'd ever praise you falsely?" His knuckles reverently traced the contours of her face.

"In my eyes, you're a thousand times beautiful, a thousand times delicious, and more than a thousand times fragrant than all the fruits and flowers combined. But since you said my words are fake, it means you haven't felt how beautiful you are in my eyes yet." 

"That...Ramose, I didn't mean it. Don't take my words too seriously." Versailles raised her hands in a fluster. She'd only said those words carelessly. But why was Ramose taking them so seriously?

At this rate, she'd have to think twice before opening her mouth...

"Ramose...I di..." She was cut off by his finger.

"Shhhh, Light, I won't listen to any excuses. Since you made me sad, you'll have to cheer me up. You'll obediently allow me to show you how beautiful you are in my eyes. If you refuse, then I'll be sad for the rest of the warm morning."

"Bu..." As she looked into his dark, bottomless eyes, Versailles had the strangest feeling that she was being set up.

But why would Ramose even need to set her up? She was his mate!

"You don't want to?" Ramose became crestfallen. This made Versailles immediately drop her hesitation.

"Okay, I'll allow you to show me. I'll allow you, okay?" 

"You said it. Now let's go. Let me show you how beautiful you are." Taking the rest of the seeds from her hand, he threw them on the other side of the Crystalline Hall and pulled her towards their Purple-Radiance Palace.

The strange feeling of falling for a trick invaded Versailles's mind again. But since she'd already given him the permission to show her how beautiful she was, she could only follow along.

It'll be fine. After all, whatever he wants to show me, how bad could it be?

*

On the other side, Olsen returned to his mansion in a sullen mood. The entire day he'd been out, King Ramose's words wouldn't leave his mind.

"Matter of the heart? A mate of heart? What's the difference between a mate of heart and a mate of soul?" He'd never considered the two separate before.

A mate was a mate, whether heart or soul. And mates were meant to be bedded and bred with. Due to some difficulties, the werewolves had a hard time breeding with their mates. And they could only impregnate their soul-mates.

As such, while bedmates were used for venting and releasing heat, the wolves never neglected the duty of bedding with their soul-mates. Because aside from the lusty heat they felt for them, their mates were also their only hope of fathering a cub.

This was one of the many reasons why Olsen tolerated Luciana.

She was his only hope of becoming a father to a cub.

Therefore, he viewed her as a mate. But a mate of heart or a mate of soul, none had ever occurred to him.

"Shayla, Sasha, come to the pleasure room." 

"Yes, Master." The female slaves replied enthusiastically and ran to the pleasure hall. They ate their fill and their own sleeping quarters, and to gain this, they only had to please Beta Olsen.

What more could they want?

Entering the Pleasure Hall, the blue-skinned beast and the grey-skinned beast took off their clothes without being told and got on the bed.

"Master, how would you like us to serve you today?" Shayla, the blue-skinned beast crawled over to Olsen on her hands and knees.

"Yes, Master Olsen. Just give us the order and we'll serve you the best we can." Sasha scooted closer to the wolf from the other side of the bed. 

Sandwiched between the two, Olsen furrowed his brows as he thought of what that feeling was.

What feeling was so strong that it could cause the Werewolf King to disregard the Underworld Palace and the Werewolf Clan for the Serpentine Queen?

What is that feeling?

As he was pondering, the blue-skin beast sat on his lap and hold his rod. The contact immediately made the member harden and squirt a sticky liquid.

"Master, you're squirting..." Shayla amorously licked her lips. Then under Olsen's feverish gaze, she guided his rod to her private and thrust forward.

"Un!" Shayla used her hands as support and threw back her head.

The hard rod smoothly breached her passage and plunged into her contracting, wet insides.

Olsen's body heated up and he threw the puzzling matter of heart and soul out of his mind.

Grabbing the female beast's waist, he thrust with abandon.

*

Versailles expected Ramose to be in one of his burning moments and take her to bed. After all, aside from that, the wolf never thought of anything else.

But she was instantly proven wrong when he brought her before the silver lake surrounding the Purple-Radiance Palace.

"Ramose, what are we doing here?" It couldn't be that he wanted to show her how beautiful she is in the water, right? That could easily be achieved in the mirror...

Puzzled and perplexed at her mate's intentions, the serpentine confusedly looked at him.

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"Come, sit here." Pulling his mate, Ramose sat her down on a stone stool by the lake. Then he clapped his hands and a trail of female slaves appeared with trays of red, gold, and blue flowers in their hands.

"Set them down and leave." Versailles brows furrowed even further as she watched the females set the trays on the ground beside her. 

"Ramose, do you have to build so much suspense?" The Wolf King smiled and walked around his mate. He knelt on his knee, grabbed her hand, and looked into her eyes.

"Since I said you're more beautiful than a thousand flowers, I'll adorn you in flowers and show you how beautiful you are."

"..." Could she...refuse? Versailles eyes shifted to the many trays of flowers and had the urge to run. Wouldn't she look like a clown covered in flowers from head to toe?

What would the beasts of the Crimson Palace think of her?

"Ra...Ramose, I know I'm the most beautiful in your eyes. There's no need to do all this. Let's just go and finish planting our seeds." She pulled on his arm, but the wolf didn't budge an inch.

Da**! I almost forgot about the wolves' strength.

Her mate indulged her too much. So much to the point where she'd even forgotten how strong he was...

"Light, we're not leaving until I finish my task. Besides, when I threw the seeds, I made it so that they'd spread out. We don't need to do anything else other than water them." Dragging one of the trays closer, the Wolf King scooped a handful of flowers, withdrew a flame vein with spurts of green leaves, and began threading.

Versailles's eyes widened in astonishment as the gold and royal blue petals were strung together in a beautiful assortment of a...flower crown?

Ramose set the finished crown aside and began to thread...earrings?

Do werewolves even know earrings? 

"..." The serpentine was more dumbfounded when she saw him string a blue necklace.

Then a flame waist belt, with strings of flame veins hanging down and blue flowers on their end.

Just when she thought he was done, the Werewolf King began another series of threading. Ring-shaped flowers were followed by bracelets/wrist bands and feet anklets...?

By the time the wolf was done, he had a large stack of flower garlands arranged like female jewelry. 

"Light, come. Today, your mate will adorn you like a Flower Queen." Proud of his creation, the Wolf King had a bright smile on his face.

"Ramose, how do you even know how to make this?" This was what baffled Versailles.

The beasts of the Nar realm knew nothing but killing and bloodshed. Matters of mating were either viewed as a form of venting and releasing heat, or duty to sire offspring. 

Things like adorning and decking up?

The females had bodies and dressing scantily was enough to grab a male's attention.

So where had the Werewolf King of the Underworld Palace seen and learned to thread such beautiful and perfect flower garlands?

The smile on the Werewolf King's face turned stiff on hearing his mate's question. He hesitated for a split moment, before releasing a long sigh. Then he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.

"Light, now isn't the time to tell you this. But I promise, when the time is right, I'll tell you everything, okay?"

Versailles's heart thumped in her chest.

For Ramose to treat the topic so seriously, it certainly wasn't an ordinary matter.

"Hmm! You can tell me whenever you want. I trust you. And I know that you won't withhold anything from me if it isn't in my best interest."

Her bright eyes, full of trust and confidence in him, made Ramose's heart melt.

He'd always deeply loved his mate. But it was occasions like this that made him realize why he loved her so much. In the entire Nar realm, there wasn't any beast that selflessly protected him, silently loved him, and unquestionably trusted him.

The Wolf King leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"My mate knows me so well." With another kiss on her lips, he withdrew and returned to his earlier task.

He wanted, more than anything to adorn his mate in the soft, iridescent petals. 

Petals as soft as her skin.

"Ahem! I'll start with your feet." Ramose lifted his mate's foot, placed it on his knee, and lifted her long white dress skirt. Snow-white, smooth skin entered his sight and his body heated.

But this time, he ignored the throbbing member and his rising temperature and shifted his gaze to the garlands. With devotion, he slid the garland of red-gold flowers through her tiny, fair foot and settled it at her ankle. 

The contrast of red-gold and snow-white made him heat up again, but he ben his head, kissed her foot, and went to the next. Then her fair wrists and fingers, before placing the blue necklace around her neck, red-gold earrings on her ears, and the gold-blue crown on her head.

Her fire curls with the gold-blue crown made her violet eyes pop out and enhanced her fair skin.

The Wolf King swallowed uncomfortably and cursed himself for being senseless.

I should've first cajoled her to mate with me before bringing her here...

Suppressing his heat, he moved his gaze away and took deep breaths. Only after his breathing calmed down did he look back at her again.

"Light, now for the last piece. Come here." He picked up the waistband and held his hand out to her. Versailles unhesitantly placed her hand in his and moved towards him with a pure smile.

This instantly made the wolf shut his eyes and curse under his breath again. In his quest to prove his words true and show his mate how beautiful she was, he'd ended up tormenting himself.

With a rigid body and stiff smile, he pulled her in front of him and made her face the lake.

Her lovely image, adorned in a beautiful assortment of flower garlands stared back at her.

Versailles blushed and shifted her sight.

At that moment, without her mate saying anything, she herself saw how beautiful she was.

In her entire three lives, she'd never felt as beautiful as she felt at this moment.

Ramose's arms slid around her waist and he tied the flower waistband behind her with trembling hands. Then he unceremoniously embraced her from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder.

"Light, look. Look how beautiful you are..."

The image in the silver lake reflected their glued image and when Versailles truly looked at herself, she couldn't help but gasp.

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