Lucian's POV
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"Elian?" He huffed, staring at him like this was the biggest joke he'd heard all his life. It probably was. "What the heck do you mean room for one more? This is training, not a dance recital."
A few guards behind him held back stifled laughter, but one silent glance over his shoulders was enough to shut them up instantly.
Meanwhile, Elian spread out his arms, that smug ass smirk still prominent as ever. "I'm well aware of that, dear mate. And yet I insist."
Eventually, Elian stopped just a few meters before him, tilting his head.
Lucian's jaw clenched.
He didn't know what games the omega was trying to play here but he sure as hell didn't have any interest in it.
"I would obliterate you in a heartbeat if we fought," Lucian said with a cold tone, but his wolf snarled inside his mind at the thought of hurting him.
