Elara’s POV
Alistair carried himself with polish and grace—completely different from Silas’s commanding presence.
Once Alistair departed, Silas rose and approached . He scooped into his lap, his arms circling around .
"Am I causing you trouble?" he murmured.
"Maybe... a bit."
I ducked my head, fighting to suppress the wicked grin threatening to break free.
What’s the harm in a little rivalry? Calm and predictable gets old fast. I’ll orchestrate the drama, and we can enjoy whatever gas unfold... Ti’s on our side.
I’ll provide the entertainnt. The rest is their problem.
Trouble for ? Hardly.
I could tell Silas was surprised by sothing—probably discovering that the sweet woman in his arms harbored such a devious, playful streak. My mind clearly worked nothing like any typical girl.
"Want to dial it back?" Silas whispered.
I gave him an innocent nod, but internally I was already buzzing with excitent.
Perfect. Dr. Pendragon bought it hook, line, and sinker.
As expected, Silas captured my lips imdiately. His Sovereign Territory activated, and suddenly we materialized in the bathtub.
My inner voice of reason chid in. Seriously? Again? You’re going to exhaust yourself completely.
Ridiculous. How could being with Dr. Pendragon ever drain ? The man’s got both the tools and the technique—kisses that lt my brain, fierce exterior but incredibly tender just for . Honestly, my mission is to completely wear him down.
Different n required different tactics. So responded to tenderness, others needed patience, so a combination.
But Silas? All he needed was intense, passionate intimacy.
I had just positioned myself over Silas and begun teasing him with my hands when his communication device buzzed.
Silas’s expression turned thunderous. He answered—Liam was calling.
"Dr. Pendragon," Liam’s voice ca through. "We received a system notification. It indicates you’ve been... released?"
"Yeah." Silas’s reply was flat. He was livid that his mont with had been interrupted.
I knew that before arriving here, he’d maintained a distinguished career.
He served as head pharmacist at the Crown Science Academy of the Valerion Empire. He created various specialized formulas—antidotes for severe cosmic radiation, military enhancent compounds, and more.
Rosalind held him in high regard, so he’d also worked at the Crown Elite Infirmary. Following his spirit collapse, he’d been transferred to the Voidferal Feral Territory...
Ancient history now.
He looked so furious about the interruption that I swore he wanted to reach through the device and throttle Liam.
I made a disapproving sound and started to rise, but Silas pulled back. He set the phone down and allowed Liam to continue his monologue.
"Her Majesty is thrilled to learn of your recovery," Liam went on. "As the first beastman to achieve complete healing within a sanatorium, she hopes you’ll publish research on your treatnt process.
"This represents a monuntal breakthrough! It could offer hope to elite beastn throughout the empire suffering from spirit collapse. The fear of collapse could finally be eliminated! This will be recorded in interstellar history. We’re planning a press conference, and we genuinely hope you’ll participate and address the gathering..."
Silas was occupied kissing —left cheek, right cheek—his eyes blazing with desire as he kept secured on his lap, refusing to release .
"Dr. Pendragon," Liam pressed. "Are you paying attention?"
Silas’s tone turned glacial. "Since you all know I’ve recovered, why not simply send soone to retrieve the dical pod I used? Wouldn’t that be more persuasive than hearing speak?"
His ssage was crystal clear: He was occupied. Leave him alone.
The only reason he hadn’t exploded already was their previous working relationship. Demanding more? Absolutely not.
After ending the call, he lifted in his arms and headed toward the bathroom.
I lted into his embrace, my hands already exploring.
"Continue that," Silas warned in a gravelly voice, "and I won’t show restraint."
He wanted to take again, but rembering how tender I was from the previous night, he restrained himself.
"Can’t keep up?" I asked, knowing precisely how to provoke him. I definitely wanted him.
Silas chuckled, "Baby, that attitude will land you in serious trouble. Who was pleading with to stop last night?"
I scread internally. Shut your mouth!
——
On his end, Liam sat stunned. He never anticipated being dismissed so thoroughly. Silas truly had no regard for protocol whatsoever.
An assistant inquired, "Sir, what about the press conference?"
Liam snapped, "Didn’t you hear Dr. Pendragon? Stop standing there. Go to the Voidferal Feral Territory and retrieve that dical pod!"
——
Elara’s POV
In the bathroom, Silas filled the tub and brought fresh clothes.
"A dress?" I frowned.
"You don’t like it?"
I shook my head. "It’s not that. I need to go out today. A dress won’t work."
I had packages to deliver, the bounty situation to handle, and those bastards to eliminate permanently.
With everything on my agenda, a dress simply wasn’t practical.
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