Lucian's POV
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"Lucian?" Elian almost instantly noticed the shift in his mood, tapping his palm quietly. "What's wrong?"
The Alpha Prince's jaw tightened, grip on Elian's hand subconsciously loosening.
Estella Thorne.
She was dressed in a black gown sparkling with silver moonstones. Her blonde hair was tied in a stylish ponytail, hazel eyes scanning the crowd as she walked in slowly.
"Look," Lucian mumbled at Elian, voice clipped. "At the far end of the—"
"Wait," Elian's eyes already followed his gaze. "Is... Is that Estella?" He could barely keep it together, tone laced with dread. "Fuck. I thought the Council of Fangs had her under custody? W–Why is she here?"
The council of fangs.
As if on cue, Lucian soon spotted two older people moving behind Estella.
Gamma Drax and Delta Reina.
Both flanked either side of Estella from behind, faces stern and gazes glued on her.
Like that was enough to contain that psycho.
