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Chatper 92
Chatper 92
In that strange moment that Janet noticed at the makeshift market, something did happen.
Harper smelt an enticing scent in the air. And her wolf started howling inside of her, calling out to her
mate.
And she saw the same astonished expression on Lance’s face as well. So he must have felt the same
thing.
Yet in a split second, Harper decided not to say anything at the moment. Because she
didn’t want Janet to know who her mate was. And she wanted to find out more about this man first.
So after she left Janet and Angelina, she went to ask vendors about this man named Lance.
And she was furious to learn that this man was simply a lowborn blacksmith!
Most importantly, he was already married with a child!
Harper felt rage pumping through her veins.
Her destinated mate was only a f ucking commoner! And there was not a single drop of noble blood
inside of his body.
How was this even possible?
Harper used to be so convinced that she would eventually end up with somebody with money and
power. It was what she deserved.
Even after she was ripped away from her lady title and became a slave, that conviction never wavered.
She even played nice and laid low in front of Angelina and Harper to ease off their guards. Because
she firmly believed that her destinated mate would come and rescue her from all this shame one day.
Yet all that was shattered now!!
How can a f ucking blacksmith help her redeem her title and freedom?
And what would people say if they found out that the once-known “Lady Harper” ended up with a
nauseous commoner?
No.
She couldn’t let anyone find out about this!
So she went straight to the smith shop to confront Lance with it.
“You listen to me, you filthy little blacksmith.”
Harper clenched her teeth and poked at Lance’s chest with her finger.
“I am a lady. And a guy like you does not deserve me! Your face, your job, the unbearable heat, and the
disgusting smell of your house…Everything about you repels me! If you don’t want any trouble, you
better stand here and let me reject you. And shut your mouth about this FOREVER!”
Lance looked down at her coolly.
Then he curved his lips into a mysterious smile.
Harper frowned, looking back at him.
She had to admit that this man was actually good-looking. And he had a certain kind of elegance that
was normally possessed only by nobles.
Too bad that he was only a filthy blacksmith.
“What are you laughing about?” she asked.
“A lady, huh?”
Lance snickered.
He took a hand and brushed Harper’s forehead with his thumb.
“You wear a lot of concealers. Yet even that is not enough to cover that disgusting tattoo on your
forehead. And what does it say?…Oh right. SLAVE.”
He leaned closer to her, whispering in a malicious voice.
“I bet that is what you really are. A slave. Not lady.”
Harper widened her eyes in rage, “You-You f ucking commoner!”
She roared and rushed to grab Lance’s collar.
Lance caught her arms in one swift move and slammed her body against the closet door roughly.
He was strikingly strong!
Harper’s face was pressed against the door panel. And she was utterly embarrassed.
“You f ucking let me go-”
She shrieked while struggling with her whole night.
“Your wife is out there! I can scream!”
She heard Lance’s chuckles from her back.
“Go ahead. Scream and see if she dares to come in,” he said idly. “Yet before you do that. Let me ask
you one question.”
Harper’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anger, “What!”
“Don’t you want to teach those people a lesson? Don’t you want to get back to those people? Janet,
Daran, Angelina…Don’t you want to see them crawl under your feet and beg for your mercy?”
A chill was sent down Harper’s spine.
Amidst shock, she muttered a single word, “…What?”
“I can help you with that if you promise to be good,” Lance whispered into her ears, his voice low and
seductive.
“Who…who are you!” Harper gasped in shock.
She was intimidated by this man behind her back. Maybe she was wrong about him…because this
man seemed nothing like a normal blacksmith!
Lance chuckled again.
He suddenly buried his head down to Harper’s neck and sank his teeth into her flesh! Harper let out a
horrified scream.
She felt herself dominated by a strong, enticing scent. And that scent was nothing like those regular
scents that she had smelt from the other werewolves before. It was darker, more aggressive, and
carried a rusty smell of blood…
Harper’s body twitched in shock.
She abruptly shoved Lance away and jerked around roaring at him:
“You-You are a f ucking ROGUE!!!”
She had been on battlefields as well. She had smelt the rogue’s scent from their blood before.
And it smelt just like Lance’s.
Lance grinned at her. He casually wiped her blood away from his mouth and shrugged, “Yeah. So?”
Harper couldn’t believe how calm he was.
He was a goddamn rogue, living in a city taken by the werewolf’s alliance. He was just out there talking
to Janet, Blood Moon Pack’s Gamma.
Wasn’t he afraid that he might get exposed?
And what did he want by hiding among them and pretending to be a regular blacksmith?
This man…he was so scary!
Harper pointed a finger at him, her whole body shaking, “You…I-I am going to tell on you!”
“Really? You are going to do that to your own mate? How sad.”
Lance raised an eyebrow.
“And what will they do to you if they find out that you are a rogue’s mate? They brutally tattooed you
when you were a lady. Surely, they will be a thousand times. crueler to you when they find out about
us. Did that cross your mind?”
Harper stood stiffly on her spot. Her lips trembled.
“Or…Alternative… You can work with me.’
Lance approached her. He took a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his finger, smiling seductively.
“You hate Janet. I hate Daran. We have something in common. Don’t let those moral codes and wordy
ideas control you. Think about the bigger picture….We can accomplish so much more if we are
together.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
His voice was like melting honey or the whisper of a demon. It had a strange power that could lead
people into the darkness.
Harper’s eyelashes fluttered. She was tempted by his voice.
“W-What do you want? What do you need from me?”
She couldn’t help but ask.
“And most importantly…who are you?”
He didn’t seem like a regular rogue.
Lance smiled mysteriously, “You already knew my name. My name is Lance. As for what I want… Well,
it is too soon to tell you that now. Find a chance to prove yourself valuable to me. Then I will share my
secrets with you.”
He picked up Harper’s hand and gently kissed her fingers.
“It is nice to meet you, my mate,” he chuckled.