Chapter 30

Chapter 30
|| MONICA's POV ||

" I hate grapes! Bring me berries!"
" Ah! That steak is delicious."

I watched a beautiful woman, wearing a small crown on her head eating and enjoying the food. It didn't take long to understand that that woman was no other than Lusia, the favorite princess of Lucius.It didn't seem like she was imprisoned here.

Zion's voice rang next to my ears, lacing out with coldness,
" She is my cousin too. She is staying here willingly and doesn't want to tell Zion. So it sounded like a kidnapping but she is staying as my guest."

Guilt washed over me to realize that I judged Zion too quickly. I slapped him so hard that my palm was still burning. Swallowing hard, I turned around to apologize, my voice trembling,
" I.. am sorry..Your Majesty! I shouldn't have slapped you..I really..."

He grasped me by my arms before pulling me away. Once we were back in the dark corridor, he pressed his tall figure against me, hissing his words out,
" I am so mad at you, Monica. I am not mad that you slapped me. You are here because.. because of that fucker.. Lucius..I hate it. You worry about him, don't you?"

I sucked a long breath over his words. I didn't think much before coming here. My heart ached badly when I heard Lucius talking about Lusia and his relationship. I let my senses guide me here. I couldn't deceive the man in front of me. Shaking my head repeatedly, I explained in a weak voice,
" NOOO... never..I didn't...I was just worried for you. It can start a war."

Zion's eyes softened as soon as I spoke out of my mind. He gritted his teeth together before saying,
" I will let her go.. only in this condition that Lucius give me back the castle that my mother used to live in. He wants to destroy the last memory of my mother, Monica. I can't accept that."

His words penetrated my heart. I knew how much his mother meant for him. Maybe I was too blind to focus on the pain of Lucius. I muttered breathlessly, his eyes holding me down,
" I will never blame you for that."

My words barely left my mouth when he grabbed me by my throat, squeezing me so hard that I could barely breathe. The next moment, his lips crashed over me ferociously, taking my breath away. He kissed me hungrily and growled into my mouth,
" Now go before I fuck you here. Don't take risks anymore. GO!!"

I tried to walk away from Zion but his words stopped me in the middle, putting another weight on my shoulders,
" If you care for me, steal the key from Lucius. We can't claim the house once it is under him unless we have been given access. I will wait for your feedback, Monica."
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|| LUCIUS'S POV ||

" The pack elders are talking about you. You slept in your slave's room last night."

Nico mentioned in a low voice, sitting across the couch stiffly. I could tell that Lusia's matter was worrying him. But he and Lusia had a long history. He had no room to be concerned anymore.

I let out a frustrated sigh, conflicted emotions taking over my mind,
" Yeah..so what? This palace is mine. I can sleep wherever the fuck I want."

Nico narrowed his eyes before saying,
" You are bringing more trouble for Monica. They won't ever approve of a slave as their queen. Better remove the bond and cut ties with her."

I clenched my teeth hard at his suggestion. The thought sent venom to my heart whenever I imagined our bond breaking. How could I bear to leave her side?

I lit up a cigarette without any response. Nico seemed to read through my mind and added a heavy sigh,
" At least make her your Royal slave so that others can't fuck with her. You are raising controversies by being reckless."

Only if she agrees!

I kept the part to myself. Nico's words made sense as I was aware of the rumors about me. I muttered my reply, taking a long puff from my cigarette,
" I am thinking about it. You keep looking for the witches. I need to cut the ties with her if we want something official."

Nico hesitated before questioning,
" You..you aren't going to do anything to bring back Lusia?"

I knew that he still cared for her. Nico was a playboy but he was good at masking his concern. I gave him a blatant reply, staring at the dark woods in front of me,
" My negotiations are still open. Zion only needs to agree on that. If you still insist, go on and declare your war against Zion.You have my full support."

Nico's expression paled as he realized that I had seen through his mind. He would have gone to war for Lusia only if it had changed Lusia's mind. Lusia was a strong and independent woman. If she wanted or declined something, she would be sticking to her decision.

Nico ignored the topic and asked instead, trying to act natural on the surface,
" Well...Did you accept Alpha Gerrat's invitation? Do you want to go there after you banished him from your kingdom?"

I was still debating over my decision. Alpha Gerrat was like a hidden bomb. He was good at playing with others. I didn't want any more threats on my throne. Hence, I found it wise enough to accept the invitation.

I hummed softly, turning around to see Nico,
" Yes for the formality. Besides, I can't ignore Agatha at this moment."

Nico nodded with a smile and stood up to leave,
" Then..I shall send this news to Alpha Gerrat that you are coming."

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" What would you like to see me wearing? Red or blue?"

Agatha swirled her dress excitedly. I had just told her that we were going to meet Alpha Gerrat tomorrow. She seemed more interested in discussing the topic ever since Monica stepped into the room to deliver the dinner.

Guilt crawled on my skin. As my mate, it would have been Monica to accompany me. But I had no other choice. I replied reluctantly, grabbing the fork to drop the meat into my mouth,
" Whatever you wish..I just want it to happen.."

Agatha's face crumpled over my reply. She tilted her head up to ask Monica coldly,
" You..You tell me what I should wear to go with my fiancee."

Monica's expression went pale on her question. I knew that it was hard for her to accept but Agatha was persistent. I growled at Agatha, slamming the fork down,
" Agatha! Stop it! She doesn't need to decide."

Agatha made a face of innocence as if she didn't understand anything. She replied with a shrug, holding the gown tightly,
" What did I say wrong? She is the maid. Why can't she tell since you aren't paying attention?"

Before I could say anything, Monica gave her a reply, looking down at her feet,
" Red, My Lady. Red suits..you well.."

Agatha gave her a satisfied smile. She grinned before showing me the red gown,
" See, she knows well."

Monica gave her a small bow and tried to walk away. Before she could pass through the door, Agatha blurted out again, stopping her in her tracks abruptly,
" Also I want you to prepare me for the event. I heard that you are the prettiest slave that we ever had. I must be looking good if I get dressed from you."

My jaw clenched tight in anger but Larisa merely nodded her head before taking her leave.