"Huh? Aren't you supposed to go to work Amara? don't let us keep holding you back, We can decide amongst ourselves who he gets to be with, and as you know i am a good "mount", right?

Liora speaks to Amara as she is just stretching her hand, rolling her shoulder giving a challenge to Amara as this woman can't just hold herself back from challenging anyone who is strong enough.

As it's literally in her blood, Dragons are lazy, just want to eat and sleep on their hoards but one thing that excites them is a good fair fight and they love the good fight as that's how they are.

Liora having that same bloodline of course is influenced by her own instincts as she was ready to strike Amara at the moment notice.

While still just having towel wrap around her still still dripping body after her shower showing off her well toned legs as her skin was flushed due to her warm hot bath of looking very alluring excluding the raw sexual attraction as she looked at Amara with a smug smile.

Her twin eyes were narrowed, monitoring Amara, as only a few people she had to take seriously, Amara is one of the few.

"He is my brother. Whenever he wants to go, I can take him. My work can wait, Nothing is more important than my brother."

Amara didn't back down, she just said to Liora with a challenging smile as she gave Rita a sharp look that might say : Don't interfere here or you die.

After all she is tolerating this beta woman around Alex but Liora would not, though not really get killed but Rita would regret provoking Liora.

As she adjusted her shirt, dusting the nonexistent dust from her royal purple coloured suit as she looked at Liora not attacking not even taking the battle stance but her words speak full of punishment as if daring anyone to contradict her.

Isabella looking at these two feeling helpless knowing she really can't have any say in it if these two were participating in the fight, Feeling such defeminization she clenched, feeling herself like impotent.

'.....Why?.....Why am I this weak?'

Isabella said to herself clenching her fist so hard that her nails dug into her palm leaving the crescent part on her flesh.

She just a moment ago boasted that she never let him go, asked for his forgiveness and she was put on the sideline once again like some afterthought, Feeling totally helpless against these two, like Liora holding her wrist like a misbehaving puppy.

'No….Never.'

Suddenly something in her just snapped. It was part fury and part something too deep, vast that she can't name it covering her heart, filling it up as suddenly there was a wide smile looking at these two with cold sharp causation.

"Hey you girls just scaring my poor baby, See? He is shaking in fear. Maybe your aura is too much for him. Let me, a good motherly figure, take care of him."

Isabella didn't even try to free her hand, She looked at two of them and said with a warm, too casual, too caring smile as she looked at the two of them and quickly pointed out.

If these two wanted to steal her baby away from her? Well then let them know why fits always work under the throne, for a queen and never on the throne.

A sharp calculative look passed in her eyes as she paying attention to both of their reactions, expression while a small nearly missable smirk tugging at corner of her lips as she reached out cupping Alex's face in tenderly robbing his cheeks and jawbone with her thumb on borderline reverence.

"Are you okay baby? You are shaking."

She leaned down as her lips were just hair breath away from his as she spoke in a shaky exhale soft weak tempting as her voice being the honeyed sweet like a song of siren giving the lethal temptation and irresistible pull.

Her flushed body moved ever so slowly against his strongest muscular perfect chest. pressing her maternal soft big milk filled curves on him while she was still tracing his jawline, looking into his perfect obsidian eyes her eyes were misty, unfocused as her soft breathing lips were parted open hovering above his hitting her hot breath against his taking, inhaling his scent like it's her oxygen.

*Gulp*

Alex's throat suddenly felt dry, this ... .this is different, not like Helen's raw sex appeal nor like Rose seductiveness packed in the flesh.

No, this is different, not dual cultivation physique like Helen nor intent seductiveness Rose born with, No this is not any of that, not cheat or just genetic lottery, this is skill, a raw pure skill.

And this makes him feel something dangerous, wanting to give her attention.

Knowing this is like giving addicts what they crave, they are going to relapse hard.

Yet this woman is being too hard to resist, she pursues using and acting the way she knows are his weakness.

From acting sexy, breathless, seductive helpless, which is completely opposite of man craving for woman not woman wanting to act weak in front of their man and yet she is doing it.

Alex can see that faint tug of smirk at corner of her lips, knowing his weakness, the way she deliberately pushing her milk filled breast on his chest, enough for him to feel her pebbled nipples through their clothes but not not fully pressing just keep dangling temptation front of him and….he was actually losing.

What can he say? Milf is his weakness and this is the protagonist's mother adding just another charm in her already quite lethal arsenal.

As Alex was going to give in to the temptation he quickly commanded and used the Sage-Heart something he got from her after their first time, ironic isn't it?

[Ding! "Sage-Heart" Is triggered…..]

As his physique triggered, a smoothing warmth spread from his heart to whole body as his mind started to clear.

(A/N : There is reason why system warned him to run before 🤣

Like always thank you for reading and have a good day 😁.)