Elian's POV
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[Well, it seems your crazy plan might actually work after all.]
Elian huffed at the system's words at the same moment that Lucian got to the pressure chamber.
The Alpha Prince raised his fists, ready to punch it to smithereens when Kyren suddenly yelled out behind him.
"Back off. You don't need to do that." The rogue king walked toward the machine while Axel ran, standing helplessly when he got in front of it.
Lucian gritted his fangs, whipping his head at Kyren. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have a better option to get our mate out of whatever contraption that is?!" He gestured at the chamber while Elian struggled to catch his breath.
His eyes were hazy, his chest heavy with so much pressure that he thought his bones were going to collapse in on themselves.
Cold sweat soaked his body as his eyes flitted through the faces of each mate through the glass walls of the machine.
