Louisa's POV
Lucas didn't push me away.
My reckless expression of love didn't make him upset. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, like that was the place they were born to be placed.
He felt so warm and smelt so good. I knew I was the missing part of his body. I wished I could be stuck on him like this for the rest of my life.
When he stopped kissing me, my eyes still remained closed. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, only to see Alpha Zackery had already left.
I didn't know what happened, so I must have looked confused.
"Fuck, that was a close one." Lucas rubbed his forehead, trying to wipe the sweat that was not there.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at me, which was still clinging to him.
"He's gone. You can stop pretending and get off me now, little sloth." Lucas looked at me seriously and said.
I refused to let go of him and pressed my body harder against his chest.
Lucas cleared his throat and said, "What? Do you want to dangle on my neck like a scarf all day or something? I've got a fucking auction and a ball to attend."
I buried my head in his chest and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you going to kill me now?"
"I'm not sure yet. You've driven a fucking Lycan away, which is something usual because they don't usually walk away when they don't get what they want." Lucas lifted me up a bit so that I had to look at him and continued, "So, what's the deal with you? Did you cast a spell on him or something? Some dark magic to mess up with his mind?"
I bit my lips and shook my head.
He didn't buy it. He pulled me higher to eye level, getting closer to me. The tip of his nose was just in front of mine.
"Are you casting a fucking spell on me now, You little nymph?" He raised his eyebrows and asked.
I shook my head again. Tears kept dropping from my eyes like melted lead. I couldn't control it.
He tilted his head and saw my charred hand.
The wound was closing slowly, with new flesh growing to seal up the wound.
It felt painful and itchy at the same time.
"Does it hurt?" He frowned and asked.
I nodded.
He looked a bit upset, trying to hold my hand. Then, he turned his head to blow some air on it, like that would blow some of the pain away. The concerned look on his face reminded me of Finn, but I knew it wasn't Finn who was talking to me.
"Does it feel better now?" he asked. He looked very serious.
I nodded and snuggled up with him.
He asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm hugging you," I murmured.
"What if I'm going to kill you?" he said.
"You can do it later," I replied, stroking my head against his chest.
Lucas sighed quietly next to my ear and walked out of the stable.
I didn't know where he was going, but to be honest, I didn't care.
I was holding him in my arms. That's the only thing that matters.
"The bath is ready." I heard Lucian's voice.
I lifted my head and saw him walking with Lucas.
"Where's that fucking gigolo?" Lucas asked.
"His Excellency left for the auction with other ambassadors," Lucian replied. "Is she alright? Are you going to drown her in the bath?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I'm going to take a fucking bath with her first." Lucas sounded grumpy.
Lucian stood there and looked at us.
"Are you going to join us?" Lucas stared at him and asked.
Lucian gave him a dark look and said, "Darren's uncle's here."
Lucas asked, "He's still alive? Fuck. I thought he was dead."
"You ripped off his legs, but he did die. He's in a wheelchair now." Lucian said.
Lucas frowned and asked, "So...? Does he want to join us?"
Lucian rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want him to take Darren away now?"
I suddenly lifted my head and looked up at Lucas. I didn't want anyone to take Darren away.
Lucas lowered his head and saw me frowning. He thought for a brief moment and said, "Let that fucking pimp stay. That fucking warlock's a mess now. He needs to be fixed and sewn, or else I can't sell him at a good price."
"OK," Lucian said. He still stayed there and didn't want to go away.
Lucas started to get agitated, "For fuck's sake, Lucian. What else?"
Lucian said patiently, "Will's asleep now. Where do you want me to put him up?"
"Who the fuck is Will?" Lucas was confused.
"Will the vampire kid. Vincent's son. The one who bit you. Does it ring a bell?" Lucian rubbed his temples and asked.
"What's a fucking crazy vampire kid doing on my camp?" Lucas asked.
"I understand that he wants to protect her." Lucian pointed at me and shrugged. "He made her undead, so there must be some sort of bond. I don't know."
Lucas looked at me and scowled.
"What is this all about? You've got a fucking drag," he said. "Does that mean you've got yourself a son?
I lowered my head and didn't want to say a word.
Ever since I was transformed, whenever I thought of Will, my heart started to throb.
That might be the special bond that Lucian was talking about. Otherwise, I just couldn't explain it.
He was like a little puppy, following me everywhere I went. I couldn't live without him.
Lucian said, "He's her friend, Lucas. He isn't a drag. And I'm very certain that he isn't her son. Anyway, I think it's necessary to have someone following her to keep her safe, for the fact that she always gets herself into trouble. You can regard him as a valet de chambre or something."
"Valet de what?" Lucas looked confused.
"OK. I'll explain it to you later," Lucian rubbed his forehead and said. "For now, I'll just put him up in the small tent outside of the Luna Tent."
What? Does Lucas want to move me into the Luna Tent? I thought to myself.
"I haven't agreed to move her to the Luna Tent yet," Lucas said with a playful smile on his face.
Lucian rolled his eyes, "You've made a promise. I agreed to come to this annoying hunting trip with you and you agreed to move her into the Luna Tent."
"I might want to break my promise," Lucas gloated like a naughty child.
I noticed that he would always behave like a spoiled child in front of Lucian.
Is that his way of expressing intimacy? I thought to myself. Because it's kind of cute.
"Breaking a promise is a very effective way to deteriorate a relationship," Lucian stared at him and said. "I'm sure you don't want to do that. I'm going to let myself go now. You have 30 minutes to take a bath and get dressed. The auction's going to start in an hour."
"Yes, mum," Lucas smirked.
Lucian narrowed his eyes. He was clearly offended. It seemed that he was about to get mad, but he looked at me and regained his cool. Then, he walked off without looking back and said, "When I'm back in 30 minutes and you still haven't dressed, I'll pull you out of the hot spring and drag you to the Ragnar's Hall with your dick dangling out of your pants like a dripping pickle."