My Husband And My Alpha
26 . REVERT

The sun has reached its final point. Its bright light penetrates through forest crevices and warms the surface of the soil. Breezes slowly blow, hitting the dry leaves and shrubs that are in the forest.

Brandon raised the thigh of the chicken he had just cooked. After getting the heart of the pure elf earlier,

he and Luna decided to look for food. At least for the sake of filling the emptiness in their stomachs because since yesterday even the two have not eaten anything.

The red eyes of the man turned towards a woman who was staring at the sky. The light of the sun seemed to hit his snow-white face. His green eyes looked charming, very contrasting with the green foliage around him. Unknowingly, the Black Wicther man smiled. When else could he see such a beautiful sight? The other side even ruled out that Luna was just a friend, or even more so now.

“You're not hungry?” asked the man, pulling Luna's attention.

The woman nodded. He walked up and sat down near Brandon before finally receiving a grilled chicken thigh. “Wow, no seasoning, no soy sauce or sauce,” murmur. “Okey. I’m Okay.”

Brandon laughed a little. “I once learned how to survive outdoors while attending a campus climbing event,” he said. “I am quite talented in producing good grilled chicken even without seasoning.”

Luna sneered. He bit the chicken in his hand. “Mmm .. tasty,” said. “Think it, you

handsome, smart fighting, smart cooking. Less especially?”

Hearing this, Brandon fell silent. “Entah,” said. “I'm less hairy maybe.”

The blonde haired lady almost choked on hearing that. He hit the arm of a man nearby

even though the man kept laughing.

Their relationship is even closer than before. There was a taste in Luna's heart and more

long getting worse. But who is he? He was just a person who happened to be present and helped a Brandon Hover to achieve his ambitions. Luna was nothing but a friend to Brandon, nothing more.

“Stay at my mansion first,” said Luna while enjoying her grilled chicken that was half left.

Brandon looked over, then nodded. “Is there anything else you need?” tanyakanya.

The woman was silent for a moment. “Maybe there,” answer.

Chicken bones were thrown into the coals until their distinctive aroma poured into the air. Thin smoke rules the atmosphere,

synergize with the remains of dew at that time. Brandon then turned off the embers so as not to burn the surrounding and also invited other races there.

However, they had yet to leave, a voice caught the attention of the two.

“What's up?” ask Brandon.

Luna seemed to focus on sharpening her hearing. She shook her head. “Eye,” timpalnya. “We have to be right away

go from here.”

***

Not long after, Luna decided to create a portal seal that instantly ushered them to the

the Wizard race mansion. The building is bigger than the mansion of Eden. With walls in the form of marble and white marble floors, making the mansion look distinctive owned by the Wizard.

Brandon walked side by side with Luna as they entered the mansion and was greeted by many people.

They are white-robed with accents of gold and green. The whole plant even the tree there was like bowing to the queen when Luna Castelle stepped towards the main staircase.

The woman's aura changed even though she was not wearing the typical Wizard race outfit. So bright and reconciling. Brandon did not blink his eyes when he looked at him.

“You have to shower and change clothes,” said Luna. “Come, I'll take you to your room.”

Brandon just complies. He's a special guest here, maybe. Or indeed the habits of the Wizards are very friendly. In fact, they knew that he was the Black Witcher, a race that should be hated by all the people in the Immortal world.

Luna was seen herding the man in a second-floor corridor. The woman stopped in front of a door and

unlock it.

“Your room,” said. “Call me if you need help.”

began to wash themselves after it was felt there was a smell of anabule residing in his skin and Brandon did not like it.

The taste has long since Brandon did not feel the fresh water sourced directly from the mountains. Yes, the Wizard race mansion is located at the foot of the Croyal mountain range, one of the longest mountains in the Immortal world. At least, that was what Brandon knew after learning so many things there. The water was fresh and cold, completely making his body feel reborn.

GECK!

GECK!

GECK!

Brandon opened his eyes while he was still washing his hair. A shadow was clearly visible behind

toilet door.

“I've prepared a change of clothes!”

The voices of Luna and Brandon could only chimed in. After all, what is the woman preparing a change of clothes for

to him. Was there no change of clothes in the closet?

Finally, the Black Witcher man decided to end his shower. He grabbed that towel

directly wrapped around the waist before finally going outside the room. However, his steps stopped when he saw a woman preparing something on the nightstand next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” ask the man.

The woman looked. Her blond hair still looked wet even though she had changed into clothes

pajamas. “Oh, aromatherapy candle,” answer. “We used to use this for relaxation. After you rest, you will wake up refreshed tomorrow.”

Brandon. In a lifetime, there had never been a woman of this concern to her, not even Clara. His wife can only yell, go dugem, or even nag him when he is caught cheating.

“Bran?”

The man flinched. “Ah, sorry,” said.

“Why?” Luna approached the man who was still bare-chested. He put one hand right on the chest

Brandon's. A ray converged from his palm. “You have a lot of rest tonight,” he said as he looked at the man. “I'm sorry I inconvenienced you during yesterday's trip.”

Brandon was silent for a moment. “Nothing,” said. “I'm fine.”

Brandon's one hand was raised and touched the top of Luna's head. His fingers combed and searched the base

strands of hair that woman to make the owner a little giggled. Even so, Luna's face looks red.

“Your wounds are gone,” muttered Brandon.

“Hah?”

Somehow Brandon's movements came to a halt when his hand touched the woman's cheek. His red eyes are sweet

it looked at Luna very closely. Not because he remembered Clara, but because of something he could no longer contain. Every man has that desire when he sees a woman who catches their attention, just like Brandon. Only this time there is a woman who can break her ambition on the figure of Clara.

“Bran—”

“I think I can accept your offer,” interrupted the man. His voice was heavy, not as usual.

Luna dumbfounded. It was precisely this time her inocene-looking self. “A-what do you mean?”

“If you want, without that bond, I can do it with you.”

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