Bride of the Cursed Alpha - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Lucien POV
I cocked an eyebrow at Sable’s strange request. It was evident that whatever she said initially about being in love with me was crap, but this request to assist Auren seemed genuine. But still I didn’t believe her. “My personal stylist Dahlia has returned and so I don’t need your help,” I replied. “And now you may—”
Suddenly, there was a loud clang. Like a heavy metallic thing dropped on the floor, followed by a groan. The sound reverberated in the house. I snapped my head toward the source. Someone was in the kitchen. I sniffed the air. Was it Auren? Was she in some kind of trouble? Panicky, I darted toward the kitchen, every dark thought crossing my mind. When I reached there, I saw that the fridge was open and its dim light illuminated the person in front of it. Smell of warm apples wafted. “Auren?” I muttered. What was she doing so early in the morning?
“How dare you raid this fridge, omega?” Sable’s voice came from behind me. “Don’t you know that this is Alpha’s kitchen?” Before I could say anything, she strode in front of me to reach the fridge and slapped her hand on the shoulder of the person, making her spin sharply. “What kind of manners have you been taught here?”
The fridge closed behind her as Auren turned sharply. I saw her with an apple in one hand and a strawberry smoothie in the other. Her eyes rounded at the corners as she looked at Sable and then at me with a pale blush rising.
Relief flooded inside my chest that she was fine. She looked so beautiful with messy golden hair and sleepy eyes that I wanted to go and kiss her senseless. But I clenched my fists, and stayed in my place, scared that my actions would give away her status of being my mate.
“Oh, Lady Auren?” Sable rasped, stepping back immediately in surprise. Glancing at the apple, she chuckled, “What are you doing here so early in the morning? Are you here raiding the fridge like a thief?”
A snarl escaped me in a warning to her. “Careful, how you talk Sable!”
Just then Tarian entered the kitchen. He had come to call me to the training grounds.
I noticed a lot of hurt in Auren’s eyes and she placed the apple and the smoothie on the table. My heart cracked and rage bubbled inside my chest.
“I-I wasn't stealing. Since I hadn’t had dinner yesterday, I was very hungry,” Auren explained.
“Oh, I am sorry,” Sable apologized. “I only mean that you didn’t have to steal things from here. You could've asked someone to bring it for you.”
Tarian narrowed his eyes. He glared at her and said, “This is Lady Auren’s home, Sable. Do you accuse the queen of stealing from her own kingdom? Orrr…” He rounded the island table and walked to her. “Or are you having trouble remembering your place?”
Sable jerked her head back in complete surprise. This was such a slap on the face that she blushed in embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean that, Beta Tarian. I was just—”
“Oh, you didn’t mean that? Are you trying to say that you couldn’t smell her when you reached the kitchen? What kind of a wolf are you?”
Sable gulped because now she couldn’t wriggle out of the deliberate situation she created to insult Auren.
Tarian retorted, “Please understand one thing—Lady Auren will be my Luna, and I won’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of her. If anyone does that again, I’ll simply throw them in the dungeons!"
Pride swelled in my chest for my Beta. I always knew that Tarian would protect Auren with his life, but this was a step beyond. This was his way of showing his loyalty. Did he suspect that Auren was my mate?
While Sable gasped, Auren’s lips curled up, and she came to me, deliberately biting the apple slowly. Immediately, even though I tried my best to stop myself, my arm wrapped around her waist on instinct. Before I knew it, I pulled her flush against me. It calmed my already frayed nerves and my wolf. I turned my gaze at her with affection pouring from every fiber of my being.
Then she turned to Sable and politely said, “I don’t need to steal what already belongs to me.” She let the words sink in before adding with a small, knowing smile, “But I do appreciate your concern. It’s good to know you’re so invested in ensuring things are done properly at your Alpha’s house. But that won't be needed from now on.” She looked at me. “I’m here to take care of him and his house.”
Fuck. Her words made my heart tangle in a flurry of emotions I wasn't prepared for. Fierce possessiveness gripped me. Auren not only declared that she was the mistress of my house, but she was claiming me, in her own subtle way. That awakened something primal inside me, something dark and territorial. It looked like she challenged Sable. I couldn’t help admiring her. She wasn't the weak, doomed, disposable bride they all thought she was. She was proving herself to be far more dangerous.
Suddenly, I realized how Auren treated the situation. She took advantage of what Tarian said. She came to me intentionally to show Sable who I belonged to and that this house was hers. It added to the overall effect when I curled my arm around her waist.
Brilliant Auren, brilliant.
Auren took a loud bite of her apple. Ignoring Sable totally, she looked at me. Fluttering her eyelashes, she said, “My Alpha, would you like me to make breakfast for you?” I was completely lost in her. I let out a sigh and nodded.
Her words hit the nail in the coffin. Feeling like a third wheel, Sable started to leave, but just before leaving, she said, “Alpha Lucien, I really would love it if Lady Auren allows me to help her dress her up for the wedding.”
I looked at Auren for her decision. She said, “No thanks Sable. Dahlia has already fixed the time. I won't need your help.”
Sable looked at me, wondering if I would support her. “You heard her, Sable,” I shrugged. “Auren’s decision is final.”
Sable pursed her lips and walked out of the kitchen. When we heard the door close, Tarian seethed through the mind link, ‘If you like I can take Auren to my house, but you won't let Sable come near her!’
‘Don’t compel me to murder my Beta!’ I growled at him. ‘But make sure that Sable doesn’t come near this house for the next few days, unless invited.’
‘Okay!’ he replied gruffly.
Auren went to the fridge and took out the batter to make pancakes as I watched her with hooded eyes.
‘Seeing you watching her with moon eyes, I assume that you would be skipping the training today,’ Tarian’s voice came with a sigh in my mind.
‘Yeah… Now leave.’
Tarian exited, shaking his head, and I watched my beautiful Luna making food for me.
In a few hours we would be married.
I cocked an eyebrow at Sable’s strange request. It was evident that whatever she said initially about being in love with me was crap, but this request to assist Auren seemed genuine. But still I didn’t believe her. “My personal stylist Dahlia has returned and so I don’t need your help,” I replied. “And now you may—”
Suddenly, there was a loud clang. Like a heavy metallic thing dropped on the floor, followed by a groan. The sound reverberated in the house. I snapped my head toward the source. Someone was in the kitchen. I sniffed the air. Was it Auren? Was she in some kind of trouble? Panicky, I darted toward the kitchen, every dark thought crossing my mind. When I reached there, I saw that the fridge was open and its dim light illuminated the person in front of it. Smell of warm apples wafted. “Auren?” I muttered. What was she doing so early in the morning?
“How dare you raid this fridge, omega?” Sable’s voice came from behind me. “Don’t you know that this is Alpha’s kitchen?” Before I could say anything, she strode in front of me to reach the fridge and slapped her hand on the shoulder of the person, making her spin sharply. “What kind of manners have you been taught here?”
The fridge closed behind her as Auren turned sharply. I saw her with an apple in one hand and a strawberry smoothie in the other. Her eyes rounded at the corners as she looked at Sable and then at me with a pale blush rising.
Relief flooded inside my chest that she was fine. She looked so beautiful with messy golden hair and sleepy eyes that I wanted to go and kiss her senseless. But I clenched my fists, and stayed in my place, scared that my actions would give away her status of being my mate.
“Oh, Lady Auren?” Sable rasped, stepping back immediately in surprise. Glancing at the apple, she chuckled, “What are you doing here so early in the morning? Are you here raiding the fridge like a thief?”
A snarl escaped me in a warning to her. “Careful, how you talk Sable!”
Just then Tarian entered the kitchen. He had come to call me to the training grounds.
I noticed a lot of hurt in Auren’s eyes and she placed the apple and the smoothie on the table. My heart cracked and rage bubbled inside my chest.
“I-I wasn't stealing. Since I hadn’t had dinner yesterday, I was very hungry,” Auren explained.
“Oh, I am sorry,” Sable apologized. “I only mean that you didn’t have to steal things from here. You could've asked someone to bring it for you.”
Tarian narrowed his eyes. He glared at her and said, “This is Lady Auren’s home, Sable. Do you accuse the queen of stealing from her own kingdom? Orrr…” He rounded the island table and walked to her. “Or are you having trouble remembering your place?”
Sable jerked her head back in complete surprise. This was such a slap on the face that she blushed in embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean that, Beta Tarian. I was just—”
“Oh, you didn’t mean that? Are you trying to say that you couldn’t smell her when you reached the kitchen? What kind of a wolf are you?”
Sable gulped because now she couldn’t wriggle out of the deliberate situation she created to insult Auren.
Tarian retorted, “Please understand one thing—Lady Auren will be my Luna, and I won’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of her. If anyone does that again, I’ll simply throw them in the dungeons!"
Pride swelled in my chest for my Beta. I always knew that Tarian would protect Auren with his life, but this was a step beyond. This was his way of showing his loyalty. Did he suspect that Auren was my mate?
While Sable gasped, Auren’s lips curled up, and she came to me, deliberately biting the apple slowly. Immediately, even though I tried my best to stop myself, my arm wrapped around her waist on instinct. Before I knew it, I pulled her flush against me. It calmed my already frayed nerves and my wolf. I turned my gaze at her with affection pouring from every fiber of my being.
Then she turned to Sable and politely said, “I don’t need to steal what already belongs to me.” She let the words sink in before adding with a small, knowing smile, “But I do appreciate your concern. It’s good to know you’re so invested in ensuring things are done properly at your Alpha’s house. But that won't be needed from now on.” She looked at me. “I’m here to take care of him and his house.”
Fuck. Her words made my heart tangle in a flurry of emotions I wasn't prepared for. Fierce possessiveness gripped me. Auren not only declared that she was the mistress of my house, but she was claiming me, in her own subtle way. That awakened something primal inside me, something dark and territorial. It looked like she challenged Sable. I couldn’t help admiring her. She wasn't the weak, doomed, disposable bride they all thought she was. She was proving herself to be far more dangerous.
Suddenly, I realized how Auren treated the situation. She took advantage of what Tarian said. She came to me intentionally to show Sable who I belonged to and that this house was hers. It added to the overall effect when I curled my arm around her waist.
Brilliant Auren, brilliant.
Auren took a loud bite of her apple. Ignoring Sable totally, she looked at me. Fluttering her eyelashes, she said, “My Alpha, would you like me to make breakfast for you?” I was completely lost in her. I let out a sigh and nodded.
Her words hit the nail in the coffin. Feeling like a third wheel, Sable started to leave, but just before leaving, she said, “Alpha Lucien, I really would love it if Lady Auren allows me to help her dress her up for the wedding.”
I looked at Auren for her decision. She said, “No thanks Sable. Dahlia has already fixed the time. I won't need your help.”
Sable looked at me, wondering if I would support her. “You heard her, Sable,” I shrugged. “Auren’s decision is final.”
Sable pursed her lips and walked out of the kitchen. When we heard the door close, Tarian seethed through the mind link, ‘If you like I can take Auren to my house, but you won't let Sable come near her!’
‘Don’t compel me to murder my Beta!’ I growled at him. ‘But make sure that Sable doesn’t come near this house for the next few days, unless invited.’
‘Okay!’ he replied gruffly.
Auren went to the fridge and took out the batter to make pancakes as I watched her with hooded eyes.
‘Seeing you watching her with moon eyes, I assume that you would be skipping the training today,’ Tarian’s voice came with a sigh in my mind.
‘Yeah… Now leave.’
Tarian exited, shaking his head, and I watched my beautiful Luna making food for me.
In a few hours we would be married.
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