Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 62 The Viper is Nearing

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Emily stroked the spot on her neck where she had been marked. She could still feel the faint tingling that came from there. She had been marked by him, and that was all.

She had the feeling of being taken advantage of, for he had not even consulted her before marking her.

"Does your neck still hurt?" Klaus emerged from the shower, brushing off the water droplets from his hair as he went.

"It still hurts a little." Emily muttered.

Klaus casually dropped the wet towel onto a chair as he sat down on the edge of the bed and glanced at the marked spot on Emily’s neck. He then buried her head in his chest, while he stuck his tongue out and gently licked the spot he had marked.

Emily felt a little hot and ticklish as Klaus’s warm tongue pressed against the skin of her neck, but she soon adjusted to the sensation. Not only did his licking ease her pain, but it also made her feel very comfortable.

"Does that feel better now?" Klaus whispered in her ear as he gently rubbed his nose against her cheek.

"Yes." Emily’s head rested on Klaus’s firm breast, and the comforting sensation made her feel as if she were treading lightly on cotton. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Do you still want me to continue?" Klaus’ voice was soft as his hands moved slowly up from Emily’s waist, "I won’t stop if you still want it."

"Klaus, I’m hungry." Emily’s stomach had long protested, and the pangs of hunger snapped her out of her reverie.

"But I still want to eat you." Klaus picked her up so she was straddling him as he looked deep into her, "I feel like I never want you enough."

God, did not this man ever tire, murmured Emily in her heart; he was a beast in bed.

"Well, let’s go eat first." Klaus touched Emily’s flattened belly, "We’ll continue after dinner."

Emily gave a wry smile when she heard what Klaus had said. It looked as if he was not going to let her off easy to-night.

"Get up, we’re going to dinner at the restaurant tonight." Klaus said.

It was the first time Emily had dined in the dining-room since she had taken up her abode in the palace. The moment she stepped through the ornate archway into the dining-room her eyes were captivated by the scene before her. The dining-room is richly and elegantly decorated, with fine frescoes on the walls, and huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, giving off a soft glow and lending a cosy atmosphere to the whole establishment.

The candelabra on the dining-table were lighted, and the orange candles, swinging in the air, threw a warm, soft light. Emily noticed that according to the rules, her place should be across from Klaus, but Klaus pulled out the chair next to him, and his voice was low and gentle, "Sit next to me, love."

Emily hesitated for a second, but obediently sat down beside Klaus. The little gesture gave her a warm sense of acceptance.

Presently the servants began to stir about, moving briskly from table to table with steaming plates of delicacies.

First up was the roasted leg of lamb, its skin roasting to a golden crisp and emitting a tantalizing aroma that made your mouth water. The smoked bacon has a rich, distinctive flavor with a savory interplay. The creamy butternut squash was soft and delicate, sweet without being cloying, and created a perfect balance with the roasted leg of lamb and the smoked bacon. Then there’s the toasted and charred bread, crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, served with fresh butter.

Towards the end of their meal Emily suddenly remembered the wounded woman, and wondered how she was getting on now.

"How is Marx’s investigation going regarding that woman?"

"It seems like you care about that woman." Klaus put down his glass of red wine as he looked over at Emily, "Would you like me to call Marx now?"

"Thanks." Emily gave a look of gratitude.

Klaus pulls out his cell phone, and he dials Marx’s number.

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Interrogation Room.

The woman, Heidi, sat in the interrogation chair. Marx stood in front of the woman in a black jacket and undershirt. He surveyed the woman with a wary eye.

After an interrogation, he learned that the woman was indeed a refugee from across the border and that there was nothing wrong with the ID she had provided. But Marx was also well aware that refugees like these could get a legal ID if they paid a certain amount of money to an agent. Such practices are common at the border, and officials often turn a blind eye because the country also needs such cheap labor.

Her statements went back and forth, and no matter how many times Marx repeated the questions, she was unable to answer them. She was clean, not even a scratch on her.

But Marx was never quite at ease with this woman, and he could not say why that was, perhaps it was a hunch from his sixth sense.

"When did you come to the kingdom from the border?" Marx asked again.

"Three days ago. "The woman showed a tired look," Sir, you have asked me this question three times already."

" Just answer my question!" Marx tried to irritate the other woman with a strong tone, "Tell me, who was the soldier on duty when you entered the border?"

"I don’t know who he was." The woman says in an innocent tone, "No soldier would give their name to a refugee, they would just kick the refugee."

"You should remember what he looked like." Marx pursued.

"A tall man with a moustache of eight." The woman’s gaze went up to the ceiling, as if she were remembering, "He wore a military uniform and had a menacing tone."

Marx was silent for a moment. In fact, the irrelevant questions he had just asked were simply testing the woman. He tried to get a clue from her mere words.

The interrogation was interrupted by the ringing of a telephone. Marx pulled out his cell phone and pressed the answer button. Klaus’s voice immediately followed on the other side of the line.

"Is the interrogation over?" Klaus asks, "Is the woman clean?"

"I don’t see anything wrong with her for now." Marx answered truthfully.

"Very well, check her in and have her enter the palace tomorrow." Klaus ordered, "Emily wants her."

For two seconds Marx hesitated. He would have told Klaus to wait in the wings, but Marx heard in Krause’s tone how determined he was on that point.

"I’ll do as you say." Marx says.

Hanging up the phone, Marx says to the woman, "You can go now, someone will check you into the palace later."

"Thank you, sir." The woman wore a look of gratitude as she walked out of the interrogation room in high spirits.

A staff member soon took the woman through the formalities associated with entering the palace, and she was offered a job as a maid. The moment she stepped out of the royal office building, the expression of the woman’s face changed for an instant to one of coldness, and all the timidity and fatigue that had just been displayed on her body vanished.

The woman had gone out in the night. She walked to a deserted corner of the park, then pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"I’m close to her." Hayley reported to the man at the other end of the line.

"Good. "The man on the other end of the line’s tone was calm," just keep an eye on her until I issue you your next command."

"As you command." Hayley hung up the phone, and then she moved slowly forward like a snake in the darkness.