The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519: A Pet

"Your Highness!" Ana’s panicked cry echoed as she watched this sudden scary scene unfolding in front of her.

In response to the threat, the knights swiftly drew their swords, advancing towards the wolf now looming over Oriana, ready to defend their crown princess at all costs.

The Wolf sniffed her scent and seemed to be calm down as its growls turned milder, its eyes fixed on her screaming face.

Arlan, engrossed in conversation with his knights, was jolted by the sound of his wife’s piercing screams. In a moment he appeared at the scene only to witness Oriana sprawled on the ground, her eyes tightly shut in terror, and her screams reverberating through the air. The imposing figure of the wolf stood above her small form, emitting subdued growls while calmly observing her.

Arlan raised his hand to signal his knights to hold their positions. He approached his trembling wife, his expression a mix of concern and amusement.

’What kind of Demoness is she to be scared of a wolf? She could just use her powers to protect herself.’

Standing beside the wolf, Arlan reached out to pat its back. "Did you like her?"

In response, the wolf extended its massive tongue, licking Oriana’s cheek before sniffing her scent again.

Oriana’s screams ceased abruptly, replaced by bewildered silence. She had braced herself for an attack, only to be met with an unexpected display of affection from the creature.

’Is it tasting and smelling me before considering me as its meal?’ she wondered, her mind racing with apprehension.

Slowly opening her eyes, Oriana found herself face-to-face with the wolf looming over her, its gaze unwavering. She glanced at Arlan, who sported a playful smile at her.

Why did it feel like Arlan and this wolf was considering her as a fool.

"Are you quite finished with your theatrics?" Arlan inquired, his tone laced with amusement.

Puzzled, Oriana glanced between Arlan and the majestic white wolf, which now stood placidly by her husband’s side after releasing her.

With Arlan’s assistance, Oriana rose to her feet, her mind racing with questions. She struggled to compose herself, yearning to understand why her husband would allow such a scary creature to roam freely within their residence.

"This is the one I mentioned would be coming to meet you, my pet," Arlan explained, his reassuring hand still resting upon Oriana’s trembling form.

Drawing comfort from Arlan’s presence, Oriana mustered the courage to meet the gaze of the enigmatic wolf. The notion seemed unfathomable to her, yet she couldn’t deny the undeniable bond between Arlan and the creature before her.

’A pet? Not cat or dog or any bird but this huge wolf?’ Oriana wondered, ’This man sure has some weird likings towards the dangerous beings.’

"Snowflake, this is my wife and your another master. You have to be careful with her and not hurt her like you did just now," Arlan spoke and turned his face to look at Oriana, "Snowflake won’t hurt you. She saw you for the first time and thought of you as an intruder so she just tried to intimidate you. Once she smelled my scent on you, she understood you are not an intruder."

"She?" Oriana asked.

"It’s a female wolf," Arlan explained as he raised his brow, "Do you think any male would be standing here alive after daring to touch you this way?"

Oriana felt like rolling her eyes at this over possessive man. But she ignored him and looked at the majestic pure white wolf standing in front of her and took into her beautiful appearance.