Lucian's POV
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"Excuse me?" Elder Mateo was astonished. "What did you say young man?"
"I didn't stutter, Elder," Elian was defiant. "I said I call bullishit. On all of this. On all of you."
Lucian couldn't do anything other than watch him from the corner of his eye — simultaneously observing the rest of the people gathered around the war room table.
His mother gave him a look, as if trying to tell him to signal Elian to sit.
But it was too late for that.
"Master Elian." Delta Reina spoke with clear restraint, eyes occasionally flicking to Lucian. "I understand you're young. And mostly oblivious when it comes to our customs."
At the word customs, Lucian's fists clenched on the table. Still, he didn't utter a word, letting the woman continue.
"It is forbidden for an Alpha King to create a child with someone who isn't his mate," Reina went on cooly. "In this case, Alpha King Lucian's grandfather is guilty. And we—"
