Kyren's POV
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"You didn't need to go too hard, Farrell." He sniggered, his grip on the golden goblet in his hand tightening.
He stood on the balcony in his room, staring at his commander who came to give him a report of his most recent mission:
Infiltrating the Lunarian royal palace and spying on Elian's mates.
Kyren preferred thinking of them as disposable toys to please his mate before he came to claim him.
"Why do you say that, my Lord?" Farrell questioned with furrowed eyebrows. "I was able to place the charms within the rooms of both mates. I would've done the same in your mate's room but the teleportation talisman you gave me wore off."
Kyren's smirk widened as he stretched out his free hand. A glowing red orb appeared on it, floating right above it and glistening around the edges.
