Lucian's POV
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They did it...
Scratch that, he did it.
He fucked Elian Ashford.
Just last night he had felt like spitting on the face of anyone who tried pushing the idea of them being mates. And tonight? He could barely leave his room without wanting to spend the night claiming him in every possible way.
His wolf growled with need. Desire. An aching arousal that threatened to make him lose focus on something actually important.
'Heel, boy.' He growled mentally to his wolf's demand as he went up the stairs leading to the last floor of the palace. 'There'll be no Elian to return to if we don't find out who's trying to hang his head on a stake.'
Two assassins in one day were... Unsettling.
Not to mention it made HIM look bad.
What would people think of him knowing that he was absent BOTH times assassins were after his mate? Heck, he wouldn't be surprised if some people thought he hired them.
