Of Course, You Knew the Succubus

With a wriggling smile, Julian gave up and took the mercy of the lesser Alpha. "I'm sorry, Nick. Anyway, I doubt it's anything like that with Ansel and Frey. However… if it's the other way around… maybe, that would explain why Ansel hated Frey so much."

"The one notorious for rejecting mates… got rejected, huh…" Darius pouted. "But I remember Frey insisting that he didn't have that kind of thing with Ansel. Or did I ask too early?"

"Ehem." The two flinched when Frey suddenly showed up by the unglazed window at the next corner they took. He had a wriggling poker face as if he was going to report, but he heard their topic at such an early morning. "Second Master, the Kitchen Matron calls for you. It might be urgent."

The two only looked at each other before Darius shrugged his shoulders and jogged away. After he went, Frey eyed Julian, who only waited for him to talk. The scout took a deep breath and insisted: "No."

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