The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 701

Chapter 701

Chapter 701

Perched in the tree, Natasha and Evander were locked in a staring contest.

She was so exasperated she almost laughed, snapping, “Why on earth did you just howl like a wolf? Great, just great. How we’ve got a water pack of wolves surrounding the tree. So, who’s going down to be their dinner, you or me?”

Any warmth she’d felt just moments ago vanished without a trace.

‘I could just wring Evander’s neck right now,‘ Natasha thought furiously.

Evander smirked faintly and said nonchalantly, “Relax. They’ll leave once they figure out they can’t climb up here. What’s the big deal?”

Blood still oozed from his shoulder, the pungent scent driving the wolves below into a frenzy, their eyes wild with hunger.

A few wolves were still scrambling up the tree. Natasha saw they’d already climbed about three feet up the trunk.

Without a second thought, Natasha kicked the wolf square in the head.

The wolf was sent tumbling by her kick, rolled across the ground, then scrambled back to its feet.

The wolf still wanted to edge closer to the tree, but fear held it back.

Evander stared at the wolves below, then back at Natasha, his face full of disbelief. “How the hell are you this strong? You just kicked a wolf clean off the

tree.”

Forget her guts for a second–even her sheer strength is on a whole other level. Most women couldn’t even come close.

She was nothing like those delicate, pampered noble ladies he’d seen in the capital.

Evander mused, “Those noble ladies in the capital always speak in such soft, delicate tones and are quick to shed tears at the drop of a hat.”

Natasha stood out like a sore thumb among them.

“I’ve been training since I was a kid,” Natasha said, arching a brow at Evander with a smug grin.

Evander was about to retort, “Aren’t you worried you’ll scare off all your suitors acting like this?” But then it hit him–they were both still stuck up in the same tree. If he actually said that, Natasha would probably kick him right out of it.

A sharp pain shot through his wounded shoulder, making Evander wince.

Only then did Natasha realize he was still hurt.

“Turn around. Let me check your wound,” Natasha said.

Evander glanced at the wound on his back–blood was still seeping out. This couldn’t go on.

“Thanks,” Evander said stiffly, then turned his back to Natasha.

No sooner had he settled than a small hand grabbed the nape of his neck.

Then, to Evander’s utter astonishment, Natasha unceremoniously pulled open his collar and pushed aside his robes.

“Huh?” Evander instinctively tried to turn away, but Natasha smacked him on the back. “Hold still. You’re not some blushing maiden–what’s there to be shy about?”

Evander’s face flushed crimson as he stammered awkwardly, “Even if I’m not a maiden, this is still highly improper.”

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Chapter 701

In his mind, such intimacy was reserved only for those closest to him.

Natasha rolled her eyes at his reaction. “Your Highness,” she scoffed, “if I don’t pull open your robes, how am I supposed to examine your vend expect me to diagnose it through the fabric?”

Her retort rendered Evander speechless.

“Couldn’t be bothered with you if it weren’t for that wolf’s claw you took for me,” Natasha muttered under her breath. Evander’s face flushed even

redder.

The next second, Natasha’s teasing voice came from behind. “Well, well, well. Who would’ve thought His Highness looks so slim, but actually has quite a physique–broad shoulders, narrow waist, perfect proportions. No wonder you drive so many women crazy.”

Evander’s face turned beet–red, as though he’d just been scalded.

Evander squeezed his eyes shut and muttered to himself, “He’s a man.”

But Natasha’s siren–like voice drilled into his ears as she said, “After what we’ve just been through, we share a bond forged in life and death. Could you talk to the King and ask him to revoke the imperial decree? Honestly, I never planned on getting married in this lifetime anyway.”

Her mouth kept chattering away, but thankfully her hands weren’t idle either.

Natasha reached into her robe, took out a pouch of wound–healing powder, and gently dusted it onto Evander’s wound.

Evander’s muscles gave an involuntary twitch.

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