My Beast Slave Is Far Too Flirtatious - Chapter 3

Unlike other beast slaves, Yun Lin was nobly born and carried the bloodline of the Wolf King.

The wolf clan held Yuncheng, a hundred li away, and its leader was both Wolf King and City Lord.

Yun Lin’s father had been the previous Wolf King, but his own younger brother plotted against him and killed him at the year-end banquet.

To save Yun Lin’s life, his mother gave herself to her husband’s murderer. She went from the City Lord’s wife to a concubine, reviled by all as a shameless seductress.

Yun Lin himself was sent to Qingcheng as a beast slave, a gesture of goodwill between the two clans.

None of the young women in my clan liked this defeated stray.

For one thing, his identity was sensitive, and they did not want the trouble.

For another, he was gloomy and aloof, with a thoroughly unpleasant disposition.

I alone chose him without hesitation.

I understood the cruelty of this world. I had not chosen him out of pity for his origins or sympathy for his scars.

I simply believed that Yun Lin’s position was awkward and, if he were not settled properly, he would only bring trouble to the Liu family.

He was a symbol of friendship between two cities. If no woman in the clan chose him as a mate—or if the woman who did came from too humble a branch—it would be a blatant slight to the wolf clan.

But letting this defeated stray serve one of our more capable women would elevate him too greatly and instead arouse the current Wolf King’s displeasure.

After weighing everything, I was the most suitable person to choose him.

My mother was the City Lord of Qingcheng, and my father was the head of the Liu family.

But I was gentle and softhearted, with no siblings at home. In time, I could only rely on close relatives within the clan and would never wield real power.

My choice gave the wolf clan every courtesy while placing firm limits on anything Yun Lin might do later, enough to reassure the Wolf King.

When I sent Yun Lin to my cousin’s room that day, I had not meant to cast him aside forever. I only wanted him to face reality.

But he failed to return, and my mating heat struck with such force that…

Now Yun Lin had taken the initiative to yield. Naturally, that was a good thing.

But why was he suddenly leaving Qingcheng?

Had something truly happened in Yuncheng?

A sense of foreboding came over me. I pushed the man off me and headed straight for the door.

Before my hand touched it, however, his mocking voice sounded behind me.

“Mistress, the beauty outside may be breathtaking, but do not forget the promise you made this slave the day before yesterday.”

That so-called promise had been nothing more than thoughtless agreement in the throes of passion.

He had said he was possessive by nature and never liked to share. Yet the snake clan was uninhibited, and plenty of women kept three husbands and four lovers.

If I meant to take him as my mate, then from that day onward, he must be my only one.

Driven by lust, my body’s instincts devouring reason, I had agreed without thinking.

Promises made in such circumstances were the least binding kind.

Even a fool would not take one seriously.

Yet when he deliberately raised it now, his tone appeared careless but carried a thread of menace. This was no idle reminder.

Recalling the details of that day, I suddenly sensed something wrong. I spun around and pressed my blade hard against his throat.

“Did you put a curse on me?”

I was suspicious, but I had no direct proof.

In my blurred memories, I only vaguely recalled him biting through his lower lip and using the sharp edge of a fingernail to draw a strange sigil on my chest.

The sigil sank beneath my skin and left a red mark. Endless tenderness and intimacy followed.

As though I had fallen in love in an instant.

Now that he had brought up my promise on purpose, I could not help wondering what that sigil truly did.

Perhaps it was some sort of curse.

His answer confirmed my suspicion.

“I carry your seal, and you carry my sigil. That is what makes us husband and wife, isn’t it?” He put on an aggrieved expression. “My sigil isn’t nearly as cruel as your seal. At most, it will leave you in unbearable agony, wishing for death, if you seek pleasure with someone else. Your seal, on the other hand, wants this slave’s life. It’s simply too vicious.”

He looked wounded, but his eyes were full of cunning.

That infuriating tone of his could have roused the dead through sheer rage.