Elian's POV
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"Don't you have some... Committee to plan out?" He tried avoiding looking into Lucian's silver eyes, glancing around the room instead.
As an omega, his senses weren't as sharp as those of an average werewolf. If not, he would try checking for any lingering scents that would hint at someone else being here earlier.
"Oh, right. You mean the committee meant to protect your ass?" Lucian sniggered, taking steps forward, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.
Suddenly, Lucian stopped a few feet away, his silver eyes narrowing before his nostrils flared.
His gaze flicked past Elian to the open window behind him. The change in his expression was instant — his whole body went rigid.
"You let another man in here?" Lucian's growl was low, cold, and promised trouble.
Elian blinked, thrown off by the sudden accusation. "What? No—"
