Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

"Huh? Nope," Nyx replied casually, brushing off the question. "It was too far."

It was far away, in another world, on another planet.

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Zayne lowered his gaze, saying nothing. In his eyes, there were just too many mysteries surrounding this little rabbit. Even after spending so much time with her, even after doing everything a couple could do, he still felt like he didn't fully understand her.

Unlike the others in the tribe, he didn't believe Nyx was a messenger of the Beast God. He still thought she might have come from a distant tribe.

He thought, 'Her old tribe would probably be at the market too, right? It seems to be much stronger than the Wolf Tribe... Would she want to go back?'

Zayne opened his mouth, wanting to ask, but he hesitated. He was afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want, so he kept quiet.

"I have some bone coins," he murmured. "And I've got a lot of medicine. You can trade them for whatever you want."

Even though Nyx was right there with him, he still felt insecure. He was afraid of losing her. If one day Nyx lost interest in him, he had no idea what he could do to make her stay.

She had come from somewhere far away. If she left him, he thought she'd probably go just as far.

After a moment of silence, Zayne hesitantly took Nyx's hand and placed it on his

arm.

In the tribe, when males courted females, they usually showed off their strength. Nyx looked up in confusion.

His muscles felt firm under her touch. She gave them a squeeze, and the next thing she knew, Zayne's ears turned completely red. He looked like he was burning up, yet he was staring at her nervously, waiting for her reaction.

Nyx's expression instantly turned playful. She thought, 'Is he seriously trying to impress me?'

"You want to do it here?" she asked, glancing around.

It was out in the open wilderness.

"N-no!" Zayne blurted out, panicking.

He was so flustered that he lost all composure. With Nyx still on his back, he took off running down the mountain, heading straight home. The dignified image he usually had completely shattered.

Luckily, no one saw them on the way back.

Lying on his broad back, Nyx couldn't hold back her laughter. The people in the tribe were rough and wild, still holding onto their animalistic instincts. But she still had some sense of shame. She had only been teasing Zayne for fun.

He, on the other hand, took it way too seriously.

Back in their cave, in the safety of their own space, Zayne frowned, his

expression serious. He gripped Nyx's hand and warned her, "Nyx, there are a lot of nosy people in the tribe."

They loved watching anything remotely entertaining. They had no sense of shame. That was why he never let Nyx bathe by the river-he always brought water back for her.

Not just so she could have warm water, but also to make sure no one saw her.

"Alright, I get it," Nyx said, stroking his face to comfort her sulking mate. "I was just joking."

As her fingers traced lightly over his skin, all his worries and insecurities melted away. Zayne caught her fingers, kissing them, and then kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were filled with deep adoration.

Even he was without his memories, his instincts remained the same.

As the sky darkened, Nyx grew drowsy. She shifted into her little rabbit form, curled up in a ball, and hid from her tireless

mate.

"Just sleep," Zayne whispered, his heart overflowing with affection as he gently tucked the fur blanket around her.

Nyx mumbled and rolled over. Half-asleep, she sensed that Zayne was rummaging around the cave instead of lying down beside her. Frowning, she cracked open her eyes to search for him. "What are you doing?"

Zayne had pulled out a pile of bone coins, medicine bottles, even raw herbs that hadn't been processed yet, along with various pieces of jewelry-almost all of his belongings were scattered around.

She thought, 'From the looks of it, he seems like he is preparing to move out.

Nyx tilted her head and stared at him.

"Did I wake you?" Zayne asked nervously.

"No." Nyx shook her head and yawned. "I wasn't asleep yet.

Seeing her eyes on the things in his hands, Zayne set down the box, making the bone coins inside clatter. "Take whatever you need. It's all yours."

He had more than enough wealth-certainly enough for Nyx to splurge and buy anything she wanted at the Grand Trade

Market.

This was the second time he had brought up the topic in a single day.

Nyx found it a little strange. After thinking for a moment, she figured out what was on his mind. "I won't hold back, then."

She lifted her head, puffed out her fluffy little chest, and declared boldly, "What's yours is mine. All of it."

In the tribe, mate relationships were highly fluid and unstable. Most people just partnered up for convenience-to share food, sleep together, and raise offspring. They rarely handed over all their possessions to their mate.

That way, when they separated, there would be less hassle, and they could part on good terms.

Feelings were fleeting, but bone coins were solid and real.

However, Zayne didn't want that kind of distant, rational arrangement. He wanted to be completely entangled with Nyx.

"You're mine, so of course, everything you have is mine too." Nyx leaped into his arms.

As she spoke, she buried her face against his chest, rubbing against him.

In truth, she had her own wealth. If she wanted to buy something, she could afford

it herself-there was no need to spend Zayne's money. But she knew what he wanted to hear, so she was happy to say it.

What should have been an overbearing declaration sounded like the sweetest melody to Zayne's ears. He quietly let out a

breath and hugged the little rabbit tightly in his arms.

Once she sensed that he had calmed down, Nyx finally shifted her attention and took a closer look at the pile of belongings.

"This is way too much," she muttered, rubbing her paws. "We can't possibly bring all of this, right?"

Those massive chests wouldn't even fit in several carts. She wasn't about to be that reckless-blowing through all of her mate's years of savings in one shopping trip. Besides, she doubted there was anything at the primitive trade market that she truly wanted.

From what Zayne had described, everyone's living conditions were roughly the same-not much different from each other. Most people struggled just to put food on the table, so it was unlikely that they'd have anything particularly impressive for sale.

Nyx wasn't all that interested in the market itself. She was just curious about the experience. She wanted to explore more of the continent, see new places, and learn about different customs.

After days of back-and-forth on the issue, Zayne finally gave in before their departure. He followed Nyx's suggestion and reduced their luggage to just one cart and one basket. That way, it would be easier to travel.

The journey from the tribe to the designated Grand Trade Market location would take about twenty days.

Including Nyx and Zayne, a total of thirty people were sent from the tribe. The chieftain stayed behind to oversee things, leaving Zayne and Moria in charge-one leading at the front, the other bringing up the rear.

The wolf pack moved swiftly through the mountains and forests, traveling day and night.

Compared to the past, this was the best-equipped and most comfortable journey they had ever taken.

Ever since settling in the new tribe, everyone had grown strong and well-fed. They were full of energy and didn't feel tired at all. But Nyx, on the other hand, wasn't built for this kind of trek.

By the twentieth day, she was sprawled lifelessly inside the bamboo basket, completely worn out but endlessly grateful for her decision.

They felt lucky that they had packed lightly. This trip was way too exhausting.

She had spent most of the journey lying in the basket, and even after all this time, she still felt drained. Zayne, who had to carry the supplies, must have been even worse off.

If they had brought everything, he probably would have lost a few pounds from

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Thinking about that, Nyx suddenly sat up, feeling a lingering sense of relief. She reached out a paw and patted her mate's

chest.

He wasn't any thinner. Still strong. If anything, he seemed even more toned from

all the exercise.

Thinking she was being subtle, she happily kneaded his muscles a few more times before pulling her fluffy paw back.

"Zayne?" A strange-sounding shout suddenly came from not too far away.

Nyx flinched in shock.