CHAPTER 83: _MOST CONFUSED COUPLE IN LUNARIA

Elian’s POV

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When he saw Lucian hopping out of the sofa, his jaw clenched, his eyes squinting with annoyance.

The fuck?

"Hold up..." Elian grabbed his wrist, forcing the Alpha Prince to swerve his head to him just when he was about to put on his communication ring.

Elian held his breath for a couple of seconds before he continued speaking. "Let me get something straight... You dragged me into this room randomly like some sex starved stalker."

Lucian arched an eyebrow. "It’s on the same floor as your room and was... Convenient. Couldn’t exactly make a move on you with two men knocked out in your bathroom."

Right...

Elian smiled with pure sarcasm. "I wasn’t done talking. Anyway, you dragged me in here, made me lose my drink in the process, seized my heat suppression pill, took away my ability to walk..."

That last part wasn’t an exaggeration... Ish.

There was a little soreness in his ass.

[Well, you know what they say? The only way to beat soreness is by cancelling it out with more.]

’No one says that.’

[Well, I did.]

"Are you getting to a point?" Lucian asked, yanking his wrist free of Elian’s grip. "Because it seems you’ve forgotten there are people after your life out there."

"They can fucking wait, Lucian!" Elian sneered, getting on his feet and trying his hardest to ignore Lucian’s dick... Which was still hard. "This is my love life we’re talking about."

Lucian blinked for a beat before he sniggered, shaking his head as he finally put on the ring. "Love? Really?"

[Ouch... Someone needs a slap.]

Elian’s stomach twisted when he heard Lucian’s words, his heart seemingly slowing down.

He didn’t expect Prince Douchebag to be all lovey-dovey and get on one knee to confess his feelings, but still... Laughing in his face?

"I didn’t know ’love’ was what we were doing here." Lucian continued, tilting his head and gesturing at both of them. "At least, not with you having Axel to yourself."

Elian’s eyes twitched, his jaw tightening further. "He’s my mate! What do you expect me to do?"

Lucian remained silent, his silver eyes glinting with uncertainty.

What was he fucking uncertain about?

[You two are easily the most confused couple in Lunaria. Heck, maybe all of Evaros.]

’Are we even a couple at this point?’

"I need to take this." Lucian finally spoke up with a voice colder than the room, gesturing at his ring before picking up the call.

Elian rolled his eyes, plopping back on the sofa and raising his head to the ceiling, his eyes flicking to the crystal chandeliers.

[Looks like someone is in love...]

His face heated up with a violent blush as he closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring.

Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring...

Meanwhile, Lucian answered the call from his ring. "Yes, Mister Quasar. What’s the status of the recording device?"

[Great, the next step in dealing with this whole debacle lies in the hands of someone named after a stellar object.]

"Really?" Lucian muttered in response to something Mister Quasar said, nodding slowly.

The way his sweaty body was illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier almost brought new life to Elian’s dick, his stomach twirling with heat... Until he forced himself to look away, clearing his throat.

[Relax... your next heat isn’t coming for another hour. Depending on how long you stay close to hot daddy Douchebag over here.]

"Alright. Very well. Thank you." Lucian’s voice became solemn before he lowered his hand, sighing heavily.

He turned his gaze to Elian who kept his eyes away from him.

"Turns out the recording was authentic after all." Lucian finally said, his voice hoarse. "You’re still not going to tell me how you extracted it from Estella’s earring?"

Elian smiled sweetly, turning his neck back to him. "Like I said before... I have my ways."

Lucian’s face remained stoic as he rummaged through his pants pockets while keeping eye contact with Elian. Eye contact so intense that the latter half expected lasers to shoot out.

"Here." Lucian brought out the heat Suppression Pill, flinging it at Elian who barely caught it. "I guess you’ll be needing that to stay focused with what we have at stake. Since that recording is real, it means—"

"Estella is a manipulative psycho who plotted my assassination." Elian completed the sentence, holding back so hard from saying I told you so.

Especially with the way Lucian’s jaw clenched.

"Anyway..." The Alpha Prince cleared his throat, bringing his gaze to his underwear and pants before attempting to put them on. "I’m hoping we... Have an understanding."

Elian blinked at him, almost unable to believe his ears.

Almost.

"What understanding, Lucian?" Elian asked, eyeing him while avoiding his lower bits. "That I’m nothing more than a booty call and will possibly be nothing more than a baby maker for you in the future?"

[Now, where did you draw that out from, fruitcake?]

’Please! Knowing the Douchebag, is that out of the realm of possibilities?’

Lucian gawked at Elian for a moment too long, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

"I never expected your words to..." Lucian paused, his eyes glinting like he was searching for the right word to finish whatever crap he had to say.

Well, Elian had had enough.

"Save it, Lucian." He stood up, but then his eyes blurred, his legs wobbling.

[Slow down there, fruitcake. You did get fucked to cloud nine by an alpha Prince.]

’And you watched. Want a medal?’

[Nah, watching is enough fulfilment.]

Elian ignored the system, locking his eyes on Lucian’s. They stared intensely for several seconds, their breathing tense and the air between them seeming thinner.

But eventually, Elian chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "Since the mating ball, I have to admit, I’ve been holding on to a flicker of hope for you. That you might’ve... Changed in this life."

Lucian’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion while the system flared red.

[Don’t do anything stupid like revealing your rebirth.]

"What are you talking about?" Lucian blurted but Elian shook his head.

"It doesn’t matter. My point is... You’ll always be the same cold, arrogant prince, Lucian." Elian whispered, his heart clenching as if he didn’t want to believe his own words. "And the sooner I accept that, the better for everyone."

Lucian’s pupils dilated, a vein throbbing on his forehead but he didn’t say anything.

And Elian didn’t want him to.

He grabbed his clothes from the floor, avoiding eye contact with Lucian. But when he was about to brush past him and head to a corner to dress up, the Alpha Prince held his wrist.

"Wait..." Lucian’s voice was soft, not exactly warm... But soft. He slowly turned his head to Elian who held his breath, his eyelids fluttering with hesitation.

[Is this some kind of build-up for round two? Or...?]

"The real reason I wanted to see you in private..." Lucian began, maintaining eye contact like he was afraid Elian would disappear. "... Is because I got a message from the wolves in the East. About us."

Elian’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

The eastern wolves?

He didn’t know much about Lunarian politics but anything involving the eastern wolves... Usually wasn’t good.