Contracted to the Uncrowned King novel Chapter 48

Chapter 0048 

Theodore 

I stared at the two of them, Trying to figure out what they might be talking about and how they knew each other, but nothing about what they were doing gave it away. Violet cooed at the toddler in the woman’s lap. Soon, the little girl burst into center laughter as well, pointing at something on Violet’s phone. 

Tyron rose from his seat and stepped down, never removing his eyes from them as he approached me. 

“Who is she?” 

I blinked. “You don’t recognize Violet Donovan?” 

His lips twitched. “Darkmoon? You’re serious?” 

He went quiet then, still watching them chat. 

“Why is she here with you?” 

I turned over all the answers I could give. “She’s going to be my wife and luna soon.” 

He turned back to me, staring at me hard. His gaze pierced through me. Then, he looked back at Violet and the woman. 

“… I thought Twining River was full of idiots, but I had never imagined it was that bad… but why she would agree again to marry you after being free of him, I have no idea. Her father didn’t do her much of a favor, not teaching her she’s worth more.” 

I grit my teeth at the insult. “Who is the woman she’s talking to?” 

“My wife and luna,” he said. “My daughter…” 

Then, he walked toward them. The woman looked up, a genuinely warm smile on her face. 

“Honey, look, her phone works here.” 

I didn’t move. Tyron looked at Violet. 

“Wife,” he said and kneeled beside her. 

It was stunning, considering everything I knew about Tyron. Violet’s eyes were misty as she looked at the two of them. His wife looked over at me. Her lips twitched, and she bent down to kiss Tyron briefly. Their heads were pressed together as they spoke softly. Then, he was standing up and talking to Violet. 

“You were on your way somewhere?” 

“To the Palace.” 

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Tyron’s jaw worked. “You were on the west road and walked here?” 

“From where we were attacked. It wasn’t that far 

He set his jaw. “He says you’re going to marry him.” 

Violet sighed. “Afraid so. 

He laughed, and my face heated. He kissed his wife’s cheek, then his daughter before leaving them and coming back toward me. He looked wary as hell and huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“This was the last thing I expected to happen. Come with me.” 

He waved across the room. “Hitch a cart, grab the tools, and let’s go. Get the healer here to see to the injured.” 

What? 

“You, with me,” he said gruffly, finishing his cup of what smelled like mead. 

Then, we were off into the night, climbing onto a motorized cart filled with tools and materials. Tyron looked deeply unhappy, glaring at me. 

“Never would I have considered helping you. You should count your blessings and worship the ground your future wife walks on.” 

I blinked. “Giving me marital advice for free? Never thought I’d see the day.” 

“Never thought a Donovan would ever befriend my Helene, but here we are.”