Chapter 66: His Past
Lethia grew tense, noticing Renar’s serious expression.
Hesitantly, she placed her arm on the table, rubbing the back of her right ear with her fingers as she said, "Umm... that you guys are more civilized despite your beast nature, and that you don’t give a damn about fated mates, choosing your own instead."
"Is that all?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Um... hell of a lot of money and blessed with looks beyond average?"
Renar smirked, accepting her words. "Well, what you said is the persona our ancestors wanted you to believe. Even most Lycans think that. But the truth is... we’re just cursed creatures of the Moon Goddess."
Lethia frowned, not quite understanding Renar’s meaning. But before she could ask, a waiter, smelling like a half-breed, arrived with her order of roasted duck.
The sizzling sound of hoisin-pineapple sauce pouring over the duck on the hot plate filled the air, releasing a cloud of steam.
The scent brushed against her nose, a sweet, salty, and tangy combination that made Lethia swallow as a growl stirred in her stomach.
She was sure the pressure she felt was her baby growling at the smell, too.
While slicing her duck slowly, Lethia asked, "So, what kind of curse are you talking about?"
Renar let out a deep, long sigh before answering. His eyes stared into Lethia’s, as if seriously considering whether he could share this with her.