Lucian's POV
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"Estella what the actual fuck?!" He growled, glaring at the woman on his bed.
He'd just come back from a meeting with the members of the Council Of Fangs, about to relax in the comfort of his room… only to meet Estella on his bed wearing nothing but a towel.
Her blonde hair which was now soaking wet, draped down her back as she stared at him over her shoulder, blinking seductively.
She smelled of lavender and honey, her lips parting in a way that made Lucian swallow hard.
"Don't you have your own house?" He snarled, rubbing his forehead.
She stared at him with a clueless expression, shrugging. "Well, I spoke to your parents and they said it's okay for me to move into the palace. You know… since my darling brother lives here because of the mate you two share."
Lucian's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"You don't get to bring Elian into this." He said coldly but she scoffed, getting on her feet.
