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Alfos.

Alfos found it hard to remain aloof around Lucinda. The blonde-haired beauty was so energetic and talkative that Alfos was forced to start talking.

His eyes had been on the female from the very moment he saw her at Brindlemark. The beauty that sat between dead, rotting bodies. At that moment, Alfos felt something for her, but he thought it was empathy. That was what he had been telling himself all this time until Draco ordered him to bring Lucinda over to be with Isolde until she awoke.

The female had burst into a flood of tears that night when she settled her eyes on Isolde's bloody face and body.

“What did you do to my sister?” She had asked, sending an accusing stare at him as she bawled, calling on Isolde to wake up.

Stunned, Alfos declared. “I had nothing to do with it, I swear it.”

“I don’t believe you! You’re all so mean to us. My sister is innocent. She’s so good.” She barked, still crying.

“I know. I’m so sorry this had to happen. I mean, I’ll make sure to do all I can to see she heals…” He promised her while Lucinda cried harder.

“How will you do that?”

“The best healers in town will treat her and she’ll be fine,”

Lucinda gave him a doubtful look, bawling greatly, it made Alfos quiver.

He slowly reached for the female and pulled her up, cupping her cheeks. He thought he was still doing it out of empathy when he kissed her temple.

Lucinda shook, blinking her watery eyes at him. Gruffly, Alfos hummed as he wiped her cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’m here for you…”

“I can’t stop…”

“I’m going to stay with you all night if I have to, so you can have a shoulder to cry on,” He let out, watching her shuddering lips.

“You will? Because I’m so scared I can’t stay alone,”

“Yes,” He nodded, lips pursed. “Come,” Alfos led her to the sofa and lay down, pulling Lucinda on top of him. She cried into his arms while he caressed her back, trying to console her.

The more Alfos held the crying female, the more his heart gaped for her.

That was how they both did it every night until Isolde woke up. Their attraction for each other bloomed even though Alfos didn’t want to acknowledge it.

How good it felt to have the warmth of a female’s body wrapped around his.

It was literally weird for him to be with the breeder’s sister. The lord wouldn’t accept it because he was way older than the female.

Besides, he only ever wanted to be with his fated mate, not some fling, and certainly, his mate could never be a human.

No matter how strongly the attraction pulled at Alfos, he made sure to disregard it.

He wasn’t even sure Lucinda felt the same. She must be seeing him as a monster for what happened to her sister.

Alfos shook his head, pushing the thoughts away as he led Lucinda through the gladiators' den.

The gladiators occupied each other's rooms with metal bars. She could see their rooms, decked out with a single cot and chair.

Lucinda’s eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open at what she was seeing. Some of the gladiators were in their half-shift form as they lay on the bed.

The further down they went, the more she heard the moans coming from some of the rooms.

Curious, Lucinda trudged forward and saw a group of gladiators rimming themselves.

They were five in one room, having an orgy.

Some of the gladiators had their fellow’s cocks in their mouths as they jerked themselves while others perched over the walls, getting rimmed from behind.

They didn’t care that they were being watched.

But Alfos hated how enthusiastic Lucinda looked as she watched them, so he bounced into her space and nabbed her wrists, dragging her away.

“Let’s go. They don’t like people intruding in their privacy,” Alfos gritted out.

“Really?” She gasped, still looking back as Alfos took her to the training tracks.

Though it was nearly midnight, there were gladiators training on the tracks, growling and punching the air.

“They look so scary…like you,”

Shocked, Alfos frowned as he stared at her. “Like me?” His eyes narrowed, “Do I look scary?”

“Of course you are. You’re always mean,” She said half-heartedly, throwing her eyes back at the sparring males.

“I doubt that…”

“I know you would.” Looking back at him, she asked. “Do you ever smile?”

“I don’t, female, and don’t ask why,” He snapped, looking away.

“See? Always mean.” She hissed, folding her arms. “And I hate mean men…”

“Have you been with any male before?” Alfos quizzed, feeling his heart thump. He kind of prayed she’d say no.

He shouldn’t care, but he did.

He had never been with any man nor woman before. Alfos always went solo. He’s the type who dealt more with self-pleasure, trying to keep himself for his mate.

But now, he doubted if that was going to work given how horny he got lately. And to think his palms weren’t doing the job well again.

He returned to reality when Lucinda scoffed. “Do I look like a virgin to you?”

“I can’t say, are you?” He twitched his brows up at her, gawking.

Hearing that, Lucinda sent a dark grin his way, and then looked back at the gladiators. She deliberately didn’t answer him.

Why would she?

If he wanted to find out, he’d need to confirm himself.

“You didn’t answer me!?” Alfos snarled, earning a cocky glare from her.

“Why should I?” She began to backpedal towards the training gladiators. “A woman doesn’t always reveal her travails. But I've seen a fair share of nice cocks,” She giggled, turning her gaze away.

Stunned, Alfos stood frozen as he thought about her words.

Was she once a Blossom?

How was she able to see many cocks? Groaning, Alfos tried to discard the thoughts. It wasn’t any concern of his. The female wasn’t any special to him that he’d get jealous.

He tried to shove everything about Lucinda to the back of his mind, but he stopped short when he saw her standing toe to toe with three of the gladiators, running her fingers adoringly over their chests that rippled with muscles and sweat.

Alfos's gaze narrowed when he noticed the gladiators were enjoying it. They even guided her hands to other parts of their bodies.

“Come on, touch here too and watch the way the pack of muscles will ripple under your palms,” One of the gladiators snarled, guiding Lucinda’s palm down to his navel, an inch away from his groin.

“Holy gods,” Lucinda gasped, touching the taut skin of his navel, “You have nice pecs …can I touch here too?” She asked the gladiator, gesturing to his groin, a naughty smile lurking at her lips.

“Of course,” The gladiator jerked his head, nodding as he pulled at his subligaria, trailing Lucinda’s hand toward his groin.

Just before she could land her hand on the erect length of the gladiator, Alfos clasped her hand in his. A storm brewing in his expression.

“Step back,” He ordered the gladiator in a stern voice, surprising Lucinda.

“What? No, beta. I still want to touch him.” She insisted.

“You can’t,” Came Alfos’s growled.

Lucinda fumed, jerking her wrist away from his clutches. “Why can’t I?” She barked. “The lord gave me permission to explore the gladiators, and that’s what I am doing.”

Smirking at her as the gladiators watched, Alfos drawled.

“Because I’m going to show you who the real gladiator is,”

At that, Alfos began to unbutton his leather shirt, one button at a time.

TBC.