Chapter 8

　　Lucas' POV

　　Fucking bitch.

　　I thought to myself when I walked into my tent.

　　I threw my sword on the table.

　　It made a loud bang and all the maids in the tent kneeled in front of me, trembling.

　　When I was furious, I would normally whip them to release my anger.

　　But on that day, I wasn't in the mood.

　　"Get the fuck out of my tent! Leave me alone!" I yelled at them.

　　All of them disappeared immediately.

　　I was in distress.

　　I couldn't believe my mate would be a girl who looked so tiny and weak.

　　Just like my mother used to be.

　　The thought of her made me so disturbed.

　　I couldn't think or do anything properly.

　　I guess that was the mate thing they were talking about.

　　It was something dissolved in the fluid inside my mother's womb, permeating through my skin and into my veins and marrow, even before I was born.

　　It was my primal and innate need, the most sacred part of a wolf's life.

　　It was written in my destiny.

　　But, no.

　　I wouldn't give in to my destiny.

　　If a shitty storm called life was going to slash my life into minuscule shreds, I would strangle the throat of fate and let the fucking storm know that I was the master of my own destiny.

　　Let the Moon Goddess do her thing.

　　Let she keep spinning her wheel of fate, weaving the threads of our lives together.

　　I would fucking smash her wheel, ripping the threads apart and fucking stab her eyes with the spindle.

　　For she was supposed to be fucking blind anyway.

　　For she made a fucking mistake to assign this fucking inferior she—wolf as my mate.

　　I paced in my tent.

　　Back and forth.

　　Walking has never been so excruciatingly maddening.

　　I kicked everything as I barged out of the tent.

　　Lucian walked towards me.

　　Fucking idiot.

　　He had been following me everywhere ever since he saw me.

　　I was just a slave boy who was about to be frozen and starved to death.

　　But he was the youngest son of the Alpha Czar from the Crescent Prowlers.

　　His family used to be fucking royalties in the North Land.

　　When their power declined, his useless father pawned him to White Walkers.

　　He was living a dog's life of himself, but he still gave me his cape to keep me warm and fed me with some meat and bread.

　　Later, he took me back to his small hut and looked after me like his pet.

　　He did shit like that all the time. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him.

　　Maybe because he was born to be a fucking noble prince with blue blood.

　　You know, with a big heart and shit.

　　Later, I killed everyone in White Walkers and spared Lucian's life in the massacre.

　　I didn't kill him.

　　Instead, I made him my Beta.

　　Call me a demon or whatever you like, I just wouldn't kill someone who had saved my life.

　　I was a demon, not a fucking asshole.

　　"I want to fucking kill her!" I roared, "I want her dead! I want to cut her body into pieces and feed them to coyotes! No, I want first cut her arms and legs off, and then…”

　　I saw Lucian's eyes and I shut up.

　　Fucking sentimental eyes.

　　Lucian started to speak in his signature calm voice, "OK. So, she, a slave she—wolf, is captured by you right now, without anything to protect or defend herself. You rushed out of the tent and started to describe the graphic ways of killing her to me. That's so not like you, Luke."

　　He called me "Luke" when there was no one around.

　　I allowed him to do so.

　　I was too tolerant of him.

　　"What do you mean? You don't believe that I can kill her?" I frowned.

　　"I believe that you could kill anyone, but not her,"Lucian said, "because she's your mate.”

　　He always had this nonchalant look on his face.

　　"She's not my mate! She's a fucking useless piece of trash!"I yelled at him.

　　"Let's just don't blow this out of proportion by barking like this,"he said, "unless you want to let everyone in the pack know about it."

　　I kicked on the grass with anger.

　　A couple of mandarin ducks flapped their wings, protested clamorously and flew away.

　　Fucking imbecile monogamy ducks.

　　"I know you're in a bad mood. But could you please leave these poor ducks alone and take this inside the tent?" Lucian asked.

　　Fuck it. I walked into my tent.

　　The sheets on my bed looked extremely annoying to me, so I ripped off the sheets from my bed and tore them into pieces.

　　I had been fucking working my ass off all these years to become the Alpha of the most powerful wolf pack in the world.

　　And now, I couldn't even raise my voice or kick some stupid ducks.

　　"You look very adorable when you're throwing a tantrum like this." Lucian taunted, "Very Alpha—like.”

　　"How the fuck did you know that she's my mate anyway?!" I threw the shredded sheet on the floor and asked.

　　"I don't know. I only guessed. And now I know because you've just told me." Lucian said.

　　That was why he was showing sympathy to that fucking she—wolf.

　　He wanted to help me.

　　Lucian took the seat on my bed and patted on the empty space next to him.

　　"Sit and talk to me, Luke." he said.

　　I plopped on the bed next to him.

　　"I don't want to talk. Women and children talk. Men don't." I said, "Back in my father's time, men never talked. They just went home, poured themselves a drink, sipped it while chewing on their slow death."

　　"That sounds like a very healthy lifestyle." Lucian said.

　　I didn't say anything.

　　Lucian sighed and said, "Luke, I'm happy that you've finally found your mate. But at the same time, I'm worried about you. Why do you want to know the girl's real name?"

　　"I want to reject her."

　　"Why do you want to do that?" Lucian asked.