Chapter 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 Lanceâs 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
didnât 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 âLady Harperâ ended up with a nauseous commoner?
No.
She couldnât let anyone find out about this!
So she went straight to the smith shop to confront Lance with it.
âYou listen to me, you filthy little blacksmith.â
Harper clenched her teeth and poked at Lanceâs chest with her finger.
âI 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 houseâ¦Everything about you repels me! If you donât want any trouble, you better stand here and let me reject you. And shut your mouth about this FOREVER!â
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.
âWhat are you laughing about?â she asked.
âA lady, huh?â
Lance snickered.
He took a hand and brushed Harperâs forehead with his thumb.
âYou wear a lot of concealers. Yet even that is not enough to cover that disgusting tattoo on your forehead. And what does it say?â¦Oh right. SLAVE.â
He leaned closer to her, whispering in a malicious voice.
âI bet that is what you really are. A slave. Not lady.â
Harper widened her eyes in rage, âYou-You f ucking commoner!â
She roared and rushed to grab Lanceâs collar.
Lance caught her arms in one swift move and slammed her body against the closet door roughly.
He was strikingly strong!
Harperâs face was pressed against the door panel. And she was utterly embarrassed.
âYou f ucking let me go-â
She shrieked while struggling with her whole night.
âYour wife is out there! I can scream!â
She heard Lanceâs chuckles from her back.
âGo ahead. Scream and see if she dares to come in,â he said idly. âYet before you do that. Let me ask you one question.â
Harperâs chest rose and fell rapidly in anger, âWhat!â
âDonât you want to teach those people a lesson? Donât you want to get back to those people? Janet, Daran, Angelinaâ¦Donât you want to see them crawl under your feet and beg for your mercy?â
A chill was sent down Harperâs spine.
Amidst shock, she muttered a single word, ââ¦What?â
âI can help you with that if you promise to be good,â Lance whispered into her ears, his voice low and seductive.
âWhoâ¦who are you!â Harper gasped in shock.
She was intimidated by this man behind her back. Maybe she was wrong about himâ¦because this man seemed nothing like a normal blacksmith!
Lance chuckled again.
He suddenly buried his head down to Harperâs 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 bloodâ¦
Harperâs body twitched in shock.
She abruptly shoved Lance away and jerked around roaring at him:
âYou-You are a f ucking ROGUE!!!â
She had been on battlefields as well. She had smelt the rogueâs scent from their blood before.
And it smelt just like Lanceâs.
Lance grinned at her. He casually wiped her blood away from his mouth and shrugged, âYeah. So?â
Harper couldnât believe how calm he was.
He was a goddamn rogue, living in a city taken by the werewolfâs alliance. He was just out there talking to Janet, Blood Moon Packâs Gamma.
Wasnât he afraid that he might get exposed?
And what did he want by hiding among them and pretending to be a regular blacksmith?
This manâ¦he was so scary!
Harper pointed a finger at him, her whole body shaking, âYouâ¦I-I am going to tell on you!â
âReally? You are going to do that to your own mate? How sad.â
Lance raised an eyebrow.
âAnd what will they do to you if they find out that you are a rogueâs 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?â
Harper stood stiffly on her spot. Her lips trembled.
âOrâ¦Alternative⦠You can work with me.â
Lance approached her. He took a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his finger, smiling seductively.
âYou hate Janet. I hate Daran. We have something in common. Donât let those moral codes and wordy ideas control you. Think about the bigger pictureâ¦.We can accomplish so much more if we are together.â
His voice was like melting honey or the whisper of a demon. It had a strange power that could lead people into the darkness.
Harperâs eyelashes fluttered. She was tempted by his voice.
âW-What do you want? What do you need from me?â
She couldnât help but ask.
âAnd most importantlyâ¦who are you?â
He didnât seem like a regular rogue.
Lance smiled mysteriously, âYou 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.â
He picked up Harperâs hand and gently kissed her fingers.
âIt is nice to meet you, my mate,â he chuckled.